There and back.

It's New Year's Eve already, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, we've not got anything planned. I should be in Holland with Menno and the boys, blowing stuff up with illegal fireworks, drinking Stroh Rum and Belgian White beer, eating appelflap and poffertjes dusted with icing sugar....

Anyhoo, we're back, obviously. The trip to England was great. Well - seeing family for Christmas was great. England itself has completed it's circuitous voyage around the bowl and finally gone right down the shitter. The country is just plain broken. The flights there and back were awesome though. We got to travel in business class on BMI from Vegas direct to Manchester and bugger me sideways with a bargepole, the Delta flights to and from Vegas actually delivered our bags. I was stunned. But I digress.



The business class cabin on the BMI A330 is basically like first class on most other airlines. 80-plus inch seat pitch with fold-flat bed-seats. For the first time ever, I slept on the flight to England, and managed to spend the next day properly awake until late into the evening.

Mum and dad are fine, as is their adopted cat, Joey. They insist that he won't be sleeping inside. But this time last year, they insisted they weren't going to feed him and that he wasn't going to be allowed anywhere other than the kitchen. He now has his own basket in the dining room, and some deep shag pile carpet to frolic in in the living room....



They've gone to a swanky hotel to see in the New Year - dad's treat to mum for their anniversary.

Paula and I, on the other hand, had some retail therapy at Ikea this afternoon.
It just doesn't seem like the end of the year.
It's odd.

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Anonymous said…
Come on England isn’t that good.....

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