Our story resumes with me killing time in the early morning at Dublin Airport, waiting on the last of three flights.

There was some sort of … I’m not sure what … during priority boarding where a couple of folks ( one of whom was loud & deaf ) seemed to be trying to get help with a ticket, or an already departed flight, or something. They did this by joining the queue for boarding and loudly complaining that they’d been sent all over the airport to anyone wearing a uniform.
They were eventually persuaded to take a seat so that they could be helped after boarding, though that took a few repeats to sink in, and one of them still wanted to keep making their case/complaining, while the other one was talking about how it was just their turn to get screwed & everyone else here would get their turn eventually.
I do wonder whether they’d just joined a random boarding queue, or maybe one going to the right country, since Edinburgh was mentioned by the loud one.
They were kind of annoying, so I’m not being as kind as I could be, but it seems unlikely to me that an airport with people that chill has been sending them all over the place and not helping; Seems more likely that they were trying to find someone who’d tell them what they wanted to hear, or that, just maybe, they weren’t understanding what they were being told because having a person who’s deaf & agitated do the communication part wasn’t a smart move.

Uneventful flight back to London Heathrow.
I reached the ‘randomly fall asleep’ stage of things, so the trip happened as a series of napping incidents.
Bag collection was similarly fine, & didn’t even have to show my passport to anyone, I guess because I’d already done that in Dublin?

The Tiredness struck again once I got into the train to Aylesbury. Heathrow Express & the Bakerloo Line were fine, and I was mostly coherent, but once I got myself installed in a mostly empty train, in the quiet section? I was falling asleep between stations.

Made it home around midday.
The flat’s still there, the cheese in the fridge hadn’t mutated, and the boost button on the water heater controller gave me enough hot water for a much needed shower.

The goal for the afternoon was simply to stay awake as much as possible, assisted by an after-work pub trip where I fell momentarily asleep a few times, but made it until nightfall.