Day 6 - Homeward Bound

At 6:30am I was woken by the soft sound of pan-pipes. Confused, it took me a while to work out that what I was hearing was, in fact, the alarm on Pete's iPod. Springing into action, I dressed, brushed my teeth, packed, checked the room, double-checked, and was ready by quarter to seven. We met up with Mum and Dad, and were soon checking out and clambering into the Focus. A long and quite boring journey followed, but eventually, after filling up with diesel, we handed the car back to the hire-car company.
By the time we joined the enormous queue to check in, it was beginning to get light outside, and it was full daylight when we finally made it to Departures. No liquids in my hand luggage this time - I won't make that mistake twice! Actually, knowing me, I probably will, but hopefully not! It was getting quite cloudy outside, and I guess we'd once again picked the perfect time to leave. We grabbed a quick breakfast of a ham roll and a strange pastry stick with chocolate inside and sprinkles and icing sugar on top. As tasty as it was, it was also quite messy and, as in any case where there's the slightest chance I'll leave the tiniest amrk on my clothes, everyone seemed to be staring at me, waiting for me to spurt chocolate all over the table. Fortunately for me, if they were waiting for pastry-induced drama, they were disappointed.
I was then given what was apparently five minutes but seemed like thirty seconds to browse the music shop next door, and whilst I did see something i wanted, I didn't have time to buy anything or look at what else they had available. Never mind, I'll be back in July. Anyway, Mum and Dad hurried us on so that we could stand around in another queue to get on the plane, and we spent another quarter of an hour waiting for everyone to find their seats, but eventually we were thundering down the runway again. As we rose above the clouds, we got our last glimpses of the sea, and then it was diary time again.
Two hours, and a whole Iron Man in Pete's case, later we touched down in sunny England. and for once that wasn't sarcasm!!! It actually was quite pleasant outside! So we went through the usual routine of doing passports, getting suitcases, etc, and soon we were on the crowded bus back to the car park. Getting our trusty S-Max back was very straightforward, and soon we were cruising back home...on the left side of the road!

So there you have it. Not the best holiday I've ever had, but not the worst either. I hope you've enjoyed reading about my adventures, and if you don't follow me regularly, make sure you tune in for my Russia diary this April - It's gonna be a good'un! For all those who have the pleasure of reading these posts every day, normal service will resume, but as always, I can't promise posts willc ome daily, or at consistent lengths. But believe me, there's a lot to talk about. Heroes, for one thing! Until then, see ya 'round!

Jack