The journey home though was a nightmare. Long haul is never pleasant but Tuesday seemed a never ending day. We left our hotel at 6.30am and headed to the airport in KL, traffic wasn’t heavy at the time of the day so it took less than an hour. The check-in queue at the Sri Lankan airways desk was long and it took ages to check in our bag, leaving us only enough time for a rather expensive coffee and a scone. Phil hates hanging around in airports so I suppose the time frame was good, as for me, even though it was early I would have liked a little more time to shop!
It took around 3 hours to fly to Colombo which wasn’t a big deal and at least we were able to get off for an hour and a half. We went in search of drugs because Phil was really suffering with his cold and I was beginning to come down with it. We couldn’t find any, in fact there wasn’t really much at Colombo airport, we’d been before and remembered that it had little to offer. When we got on the plane it was announced that our flight was stopping off at the Maldives. I seemed to remember Phil mentioning this when he booked our ticket because he tried to booked us a stop-over; but they wanted ridiculously money so we didn’t go for it. It was interesting to land on the mainland of the Maldives, it truly looked beautiful but I do wonder if there would be enough for us to do and I fear we would be bored. Lots of people got off the plan and I was rather pissed off to find that we were not allowed to disembark. I was even more pissed off when we ended up sitting in the plane with no cold air for almost 2 hours. Finally people boarded and we took off. Flight was okay, food was good, the drinks flowed but film choice was pretty poor and I was glad I was able to go to sleep.
By the time we landed, cleared customs and collected our bag it was after 9pm. We were met with a sign by our driver and boy was I glad that we hadn’t chosen to get home by public transport. A driver and car sounds extravagant but you know what, it was only 20 quid more than the national coach and we saved ourselves hours. Emma next door had kindly whacked up our central heating so we arrived home to a toasty house. I don’t think I have ever been so pleased to walk through my front door. Phil watched telly for a bit but I went straight to bed, normally I’d unpack and get the washing started but I just didn’t have the energy. Unfortunately I was in the wide awake world at half three.
I am still not in UK time, it’s been 3 mornings in a row that I’ve been wide awake at half three. It’s not good. I had all kinds of plans for Wednesday but they didn’t really happen. Not only was I jet lagged but I was full of cold and totally bunged up. I went to Asda to get supplies at 6am and had all the washing and ironing done by 10am. I sorted the paperwork, cooked a chicken casserole and by tea time I was knackered. Steve drove up from Leicester to go out with Phil and the Wednesday night boys. When they left, it was pyjamas, hot water bottle, Coronation Street then bed at 8pm.
I had hoped to feel a bit better yesterday but in fact I felt worse. Phil was not feeling too great which I think was due a combination of jet lag, his cold and too much beer. He cooked sausage sandwiches and when Steve left, we went to the gym for a steam thinking it might clear our noses and throats. I think it helped a bit. There was no way we were up for a workout although we should have done. Curry for breakfast, curry for lunch and curry for dinner and lots of beer and well I have put on 10 pounds. Phil has put on a stone. It’s not good, when we get rid of these horrible cold bugs then it is back to the gym and diet big time!
I am happy to be home but when Phil found out that we hadn’t exchanged contracts on the house he said he wishes we’ stayed for another week. But I don’t, 4 weeks away was long enough for me. It’s very frustrating that we haven’t exchanged contract because until we do there is nothing much we can do. I am tempted to get things going but I know from previous experience this isn’t wise; my lists are all done and all I can do now is sit and wait. Not easy for a girl who has zero patience.
Well done to Phil for doing the blog, I think he did a brilliant job. Some really great writing, not too many of his usual weird and wonderful postings, some fabulous photographs and lots of time and effort. Unfortunately now folks though, it is back to normal and you’re stuck with my boring moans and groans. Sorry!
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