This morning's commute and other commuting stories

5am taxi to Heathrow, 6.55 flight to Manchester, taxi to meeting that I almost had to get out of due to the chemical reek.
Manchester- why no cafes? Having lunch in a fucking bowling alley right now as it was the only place we could find.
Still- very sunny here, and if I ask the locals to repeat themselves it's perfectly possible to work out what they mean.

I'd have gone spare!