I am not exactly sure of the time at the moment, for I am in Helsinki, and my clock is yet to adjust. I am back in a city that I had promised to revisit, but I am still here on business with no time to see anything.

It was a pleasant journey indeed. I have never been on a flight with an all-male cabin crew. Despite what the Captain called “a bit of an incident” on a runway at Heathrow (no idea what), we managed to arrive in time.

Hopefully, I have packed everything I need – I tried to be organised last night, but I failed. I did remember to call Barclaycard and tell them I was heading out of the country. They have started requesting that you tell them when you will be away so that they know the charges appearing on your account are not fraudulent. I think I should applaud that move, but it’s a pain to remember to call. If you don’t, you run the risk of the card not working upon arrival. I suspect I should be grateful, but instead, I remain paranoid that the card will not work and leave me stranded in some foreign hotel with no way of paying them.