June 8th 2019
Today I’m in the car on the M4 on the way back from Gatwick. Our flight was delayed by two hours. Again. So it’s gonna be almost 4am by the time we’re home. Which sounds late, but that’ll actually be the earliest night we’ve had in a while after 5 days in Ibiza.
I’m looking forward to sleep, but I also do kind of wish that we were still in Ibiza tonight. Because we timed the flights weirdly, we’re missing out on a Saturday night out in Ibiza. Which would’ve been wild. But, to be fair, the whole week has been pretty wild.
I should sleep. But I should also be in Ushuaia. So it’s a difficult balance.
Until tomorrow, I’ll just have to go again.