Back from Melbourne.
I flew down last Thursday to do some stuff and got back yesterday on an early flight. I was dreading the 4.30 a.m. wake-up, but to be honest, I normally wake up then anyway, dragged into consciousness by my increasingly irritable bladder. So it wasn’t that big a deal. It turns out that travelling early on a Sunday morning is a helluva lot less frantic than going later in the day. I even got an empty seat next to me.