The reason I had to leave Weyer so early in the morning was that my flight was from Bratislava. I managed to time it so I could leave my suitcase with the luggage man at the station (he has very strictly observed lunch and coffee breaks probably set in stone since 1976), and go into town with some coworkers for a few hours. It was also nice to be back somewhere familiar again after 18 months break.
The sewer man was still there.
I should have just stayed in Bratislava and not bothered going back to the UK. The weather was great. I came home to a storm and such badly disrupted airport trains that after sitting on a broken down train for several hours, had to resort to staying with friends in London because I was in danger of missing the last train to Margate.
