It’s Monday. This Monday was an inverse of Friday.
Now I know that many people consider Mondays to be the inverse of Fridays in general—you know, the mood, the spirit of the day. But this particular Monday was literally the inverse of the previous Friday. On Friday I travelled from Brighton to Bulgaria. Today was the reverse. I began the day in a hotel room in Sofia and ended it safely ensconced back home in Brighton.
Car; plane; plane; car.
Once again there was a layover in Frankfurt—just enough time to enjoy some currywurst and pommes between flights.