I greet you, dear reader, at ten to one in the morning.
It's not that I can't sleep, I wish I was in bed this very minute, but I'm about to take a trip. To Heathrow.
Now, if this was half as good a blog as I wish it was, I would then be boarding a plane to climb to the top of Machu Pichu or whatever it's called. Instead I am going to Heathrow to pick up my dad and step-mum as they return from Cyprus where they have been enjoying temperatures between 22 and 32 degrees over the last three weeks. I think they may find the UK a little chilly at the moment!
Their plane was due 8:45 this last evening but has been getting steadily later until it's ETA is now 01:36. By the time they've trundled through customs/passport control/sheep dip, then dropped me back home, I'll not see my bed much before 3am. Better than them though as they are driving straight from here to Norfolk, so it'll be breakfast time when they reach home.
I always start my day with a reading of those blogs I cannot live without, but there'll be no need for you to rush to post tomorrow, I don't suppose I'll be reading much before mid-day.
1 comment:
Glad to see we're not the only ones who prey on family to provide us with lifts to the airport.
Having said that, when we flew from Gatwick last month, we drove there as we managed to get a week's parking for a very reasonable 46 quid.
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