Snurdface Is Still My Name

Missed my flight to Rome.
Traffic jams, and parking shortages, and blah blah blah.
I missed it.
Didn't mind too much though.
Maybe the extra day in Ireland was somehow meant to be.
I wandered around Dublin in the rain. Savoured a few coffees in my usual haunts. Visited aunty Marie in hospital.
The next flight I'm booked on, takes off at 6.40am in the morning.
What chance I catch this one?