So far today I have landed at international arrivals at LHR Terminal 3, fluffed up my entry through passport control by getting my glasses hopelessly tangled in my hair and then being unable to read the instructions on the gate, slept in a car on the way home, spent 10 mins at home (just time to wash/change, swap bags and eat peanut butter toast), driven to the IPG Spring Conference in Chipping Norton, singing loudly to stay awake, met loads of old friends, listened to several fascinating sessions and been for a quick run.
Now I’m waiting for the IPG awards dinner and very much hoping I don’t fall asleep with my face in my dessert…