Back to London. Beautiful! On my way back on the airplane the pilot cheerfully announced the estimated time for landing and the current temperture in Stansted. 9 degrees, raining.
The plane's reaction: a unanimous big sigh. Welcome to England.
Spain's temperature was like the one you get in your bathroom when you have a 1 hour shower. Warm, wet, "bochorno" that's how they call it there
Had an awful journey from Stansted home!I missed the last train, but of course, me and a couple of other people did not know this...and we stood 30 minutes waiting on the platform until we found out. A coach was the only way to London (note: I use to confuse Coach (autobus) with couch (sillon); just imagine:'We went back to London on a couch" ha-ha)
So, by the time a reached home, I needed another holiday to recover from the journey back home!!
Now I am at work. Back to routine. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thrusday Friday. (....Saturday...Sunday....) and back again
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