After a fourteen day whirlwind tour of York, the Lake District, Dumfries, Oban, Skye, Inverness, Edinburgh, Durham and Nottingham, we flew home last night and arrived home at 9am this morning.
All I wanted to do was lie down on the couch and catch up on the entire night’s sleep I had missed out on during the plane trip, but that was not to be. We arrived home with an entire suitcase of dirty laundry which I needed to get going. We also had to unpack our extra suitcase of gifts, sort them out and give my parents their share of the loot. Michael was determined that Granddad would not miss out on anything we had bought with him in mind, even though some of the goodies had been pack in our main suitcase which contained the clothes I had managed to wash and dry in the few days prior to our departure.
Finally, at 12pm, I managed to go in search of than elusive couch only to discover the Terence had already taken up residence with his six mobile phones and was deep into his on-line strategy games which somehow require all these phones. I can’t understand how he wasn’t shattered as he did all the driving and it was an eight hour drive from Edinburgh to Notthingham via Durham and then another four and a half hours from Notthingham to Heathrow in rush hour Friday traffic. That man is a real hardy Scot.
I gave up on the couch and crawled into my bed only to discover that my overtired mind would not switch off and sleep. The cure – listen to an Agatha Christie audio book. No insult to Ms Christie, but her books do relax me and I nodded off quite quickly. Of course, Michael came to find me and
cuddled up disturbed me and then Greg wanted eye drops which I had to get up and search for, but I did get a short rest. Enough to help me through the long afternoon of tumble drying all that washing.
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