After 57 hours in and around planes, and only a couple of wee cat naps to sustain us, you could understand us questioning our state of wakefulness when we were greeted at Heathrow by a pink wigged crowd. Not many of the passing businessmen appeared to find it a common experience, but being the polite British gentlemen that they were, pretended it wasn’t happening. What a welcome - and what a challenge for when the families next come out to visit us! The bbq planned for mine and Sheila’s birthdays that evening was in stasis, dependent not on the weather as I presumed, but on our ability to cope with relatives and a party. Venting about the ticket mix-up was cathartic for a while, but it soon grew old, and we were determined it would go
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