I did, but in getting one, I bumped into a friend at the bar who worked on the Thanet project; so we caught up on news of ourselves and mutual friends until his flight to Manchester was called.
I headed down to the Lego shop and then onto my own gate to wait for the flight to London to be called. My head was spinning, but all I had to do was to pour myself into my seat, right by the door.
So, we flew through the darkness, over Denmark, Holland and over the sea before flying in over Essex and along the Thames before turning over Battersea and over The City and low, skimming over the rooftops before bumping into LCY.
A dash through immigration, through customs and onto the DLR platform and onto Stratford for the train to Ashford where Julie was waiting. And then back home in time for toasted cheese sandwiches for supper and a slice of Christmas cake before it was time for bed.
Next morning it was up to take Julie to work before heading to the hospital in Canterbury for what turned out to be my last physio appointment, with things pretty good, and even if it wasn't as good as we wanted, I now have a plan on how to keep healthy and pain free.
A couple of meetings with work, and suddenly worked stopped and it was Christmas, even if it did not feel like it.
And if to emphasis the point, the forecast for Saturday was for heavy rain with added rain. We drove to Sandwich to finally get an aerial shot of our house framed; a task that has been pending since August. Sandwich was soggy and made not really for wandering around window shopping. So we headed back home via a farm shop where we got our fruit and veg for Christmas.
And so back home for soup with added French saucisson from No Name Shop and a loaf of lovely rustic French bread and we were set for the afternoon snooze whilst I tried to keep awake for the football. City took the lead, but ended up losing by 2-1 to WBA. Oh well, can't win them all.....
Sunday morning we were up nice and early so we could catch the early train to London as we had tickets to see The hobbit in IMAX at the BFI in Waterloo. On the way from St Pancras we manage to visit Kings Cross, Euston, Waterloo and Charing Cross. I take photos all the way, which is the way now....
The Hobbit flew by in the blink of an eye; and now we want to visit NZ more than ever....
One day, my Precious......
We had a late lunch in a small Italian place on Villiers street before heading to Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus and onto Regent Street, snapping as we went. It was glorious to see the folks about and the Christmas lights all twinkling in the dark.
And so onto Christmas Eve; we headed to the butcher's this morning to get the turkey and other meats; visited Jools' father and family before heading home for lunch. I made sausage rolls, which we ate fresh from the oven, lovely and hot. And then mid-afternoon we had another slice of Christmas cake.
And now, we are listening the final Radcliffe and Maconie show on the i-player, for the moent when Noddy says 'It's Christmas!' and then it will be. Merry Christmas.
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