Hurtling into the sky

Rushing about all morning, getting the house straight for Lorraine's parents who are coming to take care of my beasts. Lorraine and I finally off to Gatwick in enough time for a pre-flight gin and tonic. Flight on time too, and although there was tad too much buck and plunge for my tastes the fight was not entirely hellish. Clouds all the way to Canada, sometimes even at 35,000 feet. Two more gins and listening to my audiobook about medieval England. No fish was safe from the table in those days, they even ate minnows and classified beavers as fish. As we followed the sun around the globe, Lorraine showed me how to do sudoku.

Arrived in a warm and sticky Toronto at 7.00pm local time. A interminable wait for luggage spent staring at poster with a huge chunk of steak on it. Once through there was the very welcome sight of Toby waiting to collect us. We arrived home shortly afterwards with only minor alarms over lost car park tickets to detain us.

The angelic Romy had sparkling mineral water with a squeeze of lemon on hand, followed by more gin and tonic. She'd prepared a delicious meal of salmon and pasta salad. Lorraine and I unable to think or speak by then, so to bed, pausing only to rumple the head of the sweet but anxious-faced Meatball cat.

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