Journal Entry: Home At Last

[Texas Time - 10:21pm]

Home. Had a shower, uploaded pictures to computer. So tired, it’s been fun though.

Passport control took forever to get through and then the van to parking took forever to come. I then got in the car and promptly went the wrong way on the interstate, thirty minutes out of the way.

I got home about 8 or so. 

Now, time to sleep in my own bed. Goodnight!

Journal Entry: Nearly Home

[Texas time - 1:50pm]

 

Nearly home. They just served tea with scones and clotted cream and Tiptree jam! There were little sandwiches and a strawberry topped desert, but tea and scones! It’s not fair that clotted cream should be so rare in the States. [It's also not fair that I find out in a few years that I'm allergic to dairy.]

So I was almost through with my scone that I had lathered in clotted cream and Tiptree strawberry jam when the steward came by asking if I’d like another scone (they bring them in a basket) and I took it. He saw that I’d finished the cream and jam and offered to bring more. I love British Airways! That totally made up for not having “on demand” movies and music. Good thing I bought that book. It’s not a very good book, but it’s passable as literature. Sorta. In that there are words on the pages.

Journal Entry: Time Unknown - Over the Atlantic

We’re in the air over the Atlantic. I don’t know the exact time for where we are, but it’s 1:16pm back in Britain.

We were given a choice of lunches, and I chose beef with potatoes. They also gave us a salad before hand and desert after. Some really good ice cream called “Beechdean” for the brand name. We’re supposed to have tea and scones later which I’m looking forward to. The candy they gave us was good too, by “Lily O’Briens.” I think the pen is finally out of ink.

So, here’s the new pen! It’s a “Zig” pen that was on clearance. Very spiffy. Next time I go trudging about Europe, I shall be sure to bring a few nice “Zig” pens with me since it seems to write better than the other ones. The purple one I was using from Mirepoix was a nice color but had problems writing smoothly, consistently.

It's good to be king...

Journal Entry: On the Plane - Homeward Bound

I’m on the plane. Had to take a bus from the terminal to the plane. I guess that’s just the way they do it at the new terminal five. I have fifteen pounds left. Mainly because I didn’t have to buy anything to eat and drink in the terminal because I was in business. They had all sorts of drinks and pastries in the lounge. They also had free internet and Lynn sent me her address because she wanted a post card. Luckily WH Smith sold stamps and there was a post box so I wrote one out to her and mailed it. I also sent another one to Jan, Andy and V. since they only sold stamps in books of four.

Well that last paragraph is a little run on.

Ah, the steward just brought me some orange juice. Lovely! I’ll be sure to save my money and my miles and only fly business class from now on. My legs are just too long for economy. And because of this it makes me feel squished the whole time and then I wind up feeling claustrophobic. 

I found a new purple pen in Warwick at an art supply store, but haven’t had to switch yet because I still have ink in this one amazingly enough. It went down fast at first and I thought I’d run out pages ago.

The skin on my left thumb is cracked and I keep hitting it on things, not fun! I keep jabbing the pen into it too when I go to re-cap it. Ugh. Last week it was my other thumb that was sore because my nail broke and took skin with it. Just about the time it got better, the other one cracked open, probably from my skin being dry.

Journal Entry: On the Way to Heathrow

Homeward journey commences. I’m now on the Heathrow Express to Heathrow Airport. I’m flying business so I go from roughing it to luxury. It’ll be a long time before I’ll have the miles to get upgraded again. Next time Andy is coming with me and we can rent an apartment, probably in the Pyrenees.

I missed the underground train to Paddington by ten seconds and had to wait nearly fifteen minutes for another train. It’s a good thing I leave early. Then I missed the first Heathrow Express by about ten seconds too. But there was another one in fifteen minutes.

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I wish that Lynn had let me know earlier that she wanted a postcard. She complained on facebook about it on the 3^rd. If she’d given me her address then, I could have sent her one yesterday, but I didn’t have her address. So it’ll have to be next time. 

I’m ready to be home, I miss Andy.