Waits claimed he always takes the long way home – I’m beginning to feel like I am too, although not through choice.

Last night in the hotel was hellish, pissed up scousers ran amok in the corridors from when I went to bed right up until I got up again – at 0400. Despite this early start, I was glad to give myself some time to come to my senses before trying to catch a plane.

That also didn’t go too well – the airport was evacuated about an hour before I got there because of a fire in one of the restaurants. I was lucky not to be one of those outside at that time of night, but I was unlucky in that it delayed my flight.

I won’t go on. I’m here now, back on Mallorca, home and dry at last.