Bond Boy was a bit late, right enough, so I found myself sleeping at another airport on a bench, with my mouth hanging open and a slaiver dripping off my chin. I'm sure I looked like I had no home to go to, but thankfully wasn't moved on. I got in at 3.15pm and my saviour arrived at 6.50pm. He still looked good enought to eat and he did an 8hr round trip to get me home.
The children were in bed but waiting. Kate had fed and kept an eye on them, so it was great they hadn't had to make the journey. A few drops of rain when we got back and a warm evening of 16 degrees and moonlit mountains. Lovely. On the occasions I slept in the car on the way here, I kept dreaming we were coming into land. It was a relief to see that we were already on land, though it's hard to believe that satistically, I was safer up there.
It's been a bit of an epic, but it sure is good to be back.
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