My son is arriving back in the UK today – he recently returned from over a year of globetrotting, only to disappear off to Morocco for a week’s holiday with his sister. I offered to collect him from Stansted airport to bring him back to Southrepps for a few days, so this afternoon I leave my wife cleaning and tidying our house, and drive to the airport.
The flight is delayed for half an hour, but that’s no big deal, and before you know it we’re on our way back to Norfolk, stopping off at McDonald’s for something to eat, and arriving back in Southrepps around 10pm (where we sit, chatting and drinking a couple of bottles of Hobgoblin, before heading off to bed).