We had a quiet last day at Royal Park Albatross, only stepping out of the complex to get some lunch. It was whilst we were eating outside that we heard over the radio that a lady had been beheaded in a local supermarket in Los Christianos. I thought how terrible and it couldn’t be true but sadly, it turns out that it was. That poor lady; It should goes to show, none of us knows just what shit is waiting just round the corner.
On Saturday morning we got up at 3.30am, washed and dressed and just had time for a cup of tea before catching a taxi to the airport at 4am. Unsurprisingly, the airport was quiet but check-in was quick because there were 4 desks open. There wasn’t much retail open but we did manage to get an overpriced pastry and a coffee before boarding the plane at 6am. Again, priority boarding worked well for us and we got the seats we wanted. The 4 hour flight back was boring and eventually we landed at Luton. Customs was a breeze and most amazingly our luggage was waiting for us when we cleared. We were also lucky to get straight on the Airparks courtesy bus and after collecting my car, we were soon on the M1 and back home before midday.
Holidays are great but it is always good to get home and sleep in your own bed. The trouble with me is that I want everything done and sorted straight away. Phil got us a Chinese for lunch and afterwards I unpacked and got the washing machine going. Harriet wasn’t home as she flew to Jersey on Friday to spend the weekend with her cousin. Before leaving, it was obvious that she had done the housework, but even so, I did have a quick flick round. Old habits die hard. As the sun was shining I managed to get the lawn cut because the grass was very long. Later in the afternoon, we went to the health club for a Jacuzzi and a shower. Phil did suggest a workout but I was just too tired. After we came out, we went to Asda to do a food shop, it was packed out.
Saturday night was a quiet one spent in front of the telly just chilling out. After such an early start we were worn out. Yesterday Phil picked up G and drove to Melton to spend the day with his mum and dad. I just potted and caught up with emails and researched everything and nothing on the internet. With all the washing and ironing done, the fridge stocked and paperwork sorted, it’s almost like we’ve never been away.
Even in spite of the timeshare ordeal, we had a good holiday. I’m afraid we weren’t very adventurous but Phil got in some good writing and has achieved much more than he set out to do. On average I’m guessing he got 5 or 6 hours of writing done each day, sometimes more. Of course, he is really not looking forward to going back to work today. I, on the other hand, was looking forward to starting work on my OB (Oldbrook) project which was due to start today. But alas, bloody tenant still hasn’t moved out. The agent phoned me on Friday to ask me if I would let her stay until Thursday. I wasn’t very happy because I’ve been waiting for 2 and a half months for these keys but if I had of refused, the alternative would have been a long drawn out court case. I can’t really afford to hang around but I guess I will have to be patient for a few more days. It will give me a chance to get my life in order because cum Thursday, I am going to be flat out for the next 2 months.
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