The continuing diaries of an Englishman abroad visiting such exotic places as Spain, USA, Malta and heaven knows where. Tagging along are his wife Pauline and daughter Emma.

Everything you are about to read is based on true events and real people. It may have been embellished beyond recognition for a cheap laugh but everything happened to a greater or lesser degree. Apart from the bits I made up. OK, and apart from the jokes. And apart from the fantasy sequences. But all the characters are real, believe me.


Exciting isn't it?


Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Spain 2005 - Day 14


Up at 6 am for the coach to take us to Reus for the flight home to Gatwick. Don’t know what time the girls got back last night but it wasn’t early. Emma in particular is not in a good state at all. In fact they’re all on auto-pilot to one degree or another.

Once on board, Hollie who said she couldn’t sleep on planes, immediately went to sleep while Emma said she felt sick and spent the whole flight dozing fitfully with a sick bag under her nose. Emily and Sam also tried to catch up on a week’s lost sleep. Happy days.

As we arrived home the heat wave that had covered Britain for the past two weeks welcomed us back by deliberately disappearing and lower temperatures, overcast skies and occasional rain settled in.

Never mind, there’s always next year to look forward to isn’t there?

No comments:

Post a Comment