09:11 – last pancake breakfast inside and we are now on the bus. A tearful teenage gay-boy sits opposite in his plimsoles and MC Hammer trousers (odd). I don’t suppose his parents realise, even with the clue of another teenage boy crying outside the bus waving camply.
The scrum will be on at the airport, so long as we have seats together and space for the trunkies in the overhead compartment I won’t be too miserable.
21:27 – A summary update:
- No flight delays
- Airport food over-priced, conning Spanish bastards
- Stupid rules regarding weight of suitcase requiring re-packing in departures
- Got on plane 4th in line, plenty of room for trunkies
- Pilot was surely a junior, dodgy take off and landing
- Drive home stuck in traffic, had to put up with “are we there yet” style comments from the kids
- Arrived home, found back garden dug up by JCB (less progress than expected) and front garden with new bright orange fence (unexpected).
- Happiness to be home somewhat ruined by boy throwing water all over the bathroom in true return to form.
- Weather shite, wish I was back with the troughing chavs in the lovely weather.
Time for bed soon, lets just get the kids off first, I’m knackered now.
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