I must have inherited it from my father – this need to be excruciatingly punctual. He would always turn up for appointments an hour ahead of time. Hence my alarm sounding at 3 am this morning for a 6.40am flight. Even my taxi driver was surprised I was going to the airport so early. But I had all these questions. What if I have to double back for something I’ve forgotten? What if the flight details change? What if there’s a traffic snarl (at 4.00am yet!). Anyhow, here I am in the airport terminal with an hour to kill. Like father, like son!