Saturday, 19 February 2011

En Route and Onwards

Back in the land of Boudica..
The flight was uncomfortable, more-squashed-than usual seats on an old 747. Sleep largely eluded even me from the discomfort. The heat was insane.
The woman the other side of me complained about the heat too, she was nice, but a talker.

The grandkids are taller, their speech more advanced. Holly correctly used the word 'polysyllabic' to Kevin's surprise, but not mine.

We've had fish n' chips. We've had Indian takeaway. We've had back bacon. I've been given Marmite chocolate. Awesome. Haven't tried it yet.
The supermarkets are full of different things, I want to try everything, but realise that's ridiculous thinking.

We've been to Sleepy mansions and met Ozzie, walked Ozzie, communed with Ozzie. Sleepy Mansions is the perfect temperature.

There's a borrowed dog at Sue and Austen's, small but well-behaved.

Loving the weather.

Onwards, ever onwards.


Anonymous said...

why was it so hot on the plane? Weird. I usually find it to be near Arctic conditions. Hot though, how uncomfortable.
Oh England, how I love you.
- Karen

Schneewittchen said...

I don't know, I was suspicious about the heat, and rather envious of the outside temperatures. Also, there was no appreciable downwards airflow nozzle, so you couldn't point it at yourself and cool down. Bummer.

Gail said...

It was so hot on our flight to the UK a few years ago that the large hairy man sitting behind me decided to take his shirt off. I'm all for gender equality on that front - no one should be allowed to take off their shirt in public.

Schneewittchen said...

Eeuw, no, that sounds a bit too football hooliganish.