That’s that then. Holiday over. And what a way to end a holiday, with a twenty hour trip either squeezed into a seat that’s too small even for someone who barely hits five foot two, or sitting around an airport paying exorbitant amounts for a dried out sandwich and a tap-squeezed beer simply because it helps to fill the time.
Next time I talk to you, daresay I’ll be whinging about the hot. Bet you can’t wait.