So we made it. I hasten to add it wasn't without a bit of drama. My desire to bring the Caribbean home with me ( ie 3 bottles of rum) didn't quite go according to plan. I hadn't counted on our bags having to be re security checked at what must be the worlds worst airport - the shocker that is Miami International. After a good hour clearing immigration, our bags had been thrown off the conveyor. You can guess what comes next. The 7 year rum didn't get to age much longer. I had one sticky, highly flammable backpack. It also smelt like I was a drunk. Customs were going to pounce on me.
Oh well, no cheeky shots of rum after dinner at mine then..........
We arrived in sunny London, my welcoming committee took a raincheck but Philippa had some lovely hello's :-) { mine had spent all of Monday painting my flat so I sure ain't complaining - thanks kids}.
It's always lovely coming home to London, and to arrive back on a Sunny day is even better. I've spent all afternoon indulging myself with the following :-)
Drinking tea - a priority
Trying to stop all of my clothes from smelling like a rum factory
Eating smoked salmon
Drinking Nespresso
And my personal favourite - listening to Wild Beasts really loudly in my underwear
I've popped out and lots of people smiled at me and looked at my legs. Got home feeling quite chirpy and smug - but looking at my legs ibthink they were just looking at how they hadn't been shaved in a while. God it's a drag being somewhere high maintenance. You're going to tell me next I need to firstly cut my hair, and secondly start brushing it. Jeez......
It's a small price and London it's good to be back - you may be high maintenance but you sure are bloody beautiful
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