I find the prospect of death concentrates the mind wonderfully

Well, I made it. Greetings from Dun Laoghaire! Getting home from a client at 11:30pm and having loads of work to do before a 6am start meant that I just didn't bother going to bed at all except for a 30min doze, but I made my flight with loads of time and am now ensconced chez Caitriona on the outskirts of Baile Atha Cliath. (Dublin to you.) Comfortably full of curry & Beamish Red to boot.

Suitably emboldened by this, I'm going to have another crack at going to Sweden, and this time, I'll leave a LOT earlier. I'm off on the 22nd April for the weekend of Sanna's birthday. Place your bets here as to whether I actually make it...