turquoise

It takes a while after three planes home several good films little naps two bottles of red wine[small size] one screaming child, and then you land, you thank god your suitcase is turquoise amidst all the black ones at baggage reclaim, looking around you many suntanned people…. just want to get home now, and then the coach driver takes us back in to Manchester three times! just when you think that twenty four hours is just as much traveling as you can bear! back home the mountain of post to wade through, the suitcase to empty the routine of trying to get back to normal-not that I ever was normal, not that i want to be considered as normal, rather be just me, original, scatty away with all the angels and fairies you can think of, but hey its a nice place to be, so I have my lifetime guarantee and memebrship, and I need to talk to the Angels to help out with the engagement and wedding plans, but hey thats another story, so in the mean time am back at the helm at work and very busy working very hard for a grand future. SmK 19/2/09