Hellen Back.

The deed is done and the bird has left the nest, well, airport, at least.
I didn't think it was ever going to.
Security at Heathrow is beyond belief at the moment. Why the Hell I had to be searched beats me! But, apparently, it had to be done and my shirt pockets were like clowns' pockets when the security guy had finished rummaging around in them.
I knew that I should've worn a blonde wig and borrowed some kids for the day.

Anyway, a nice shower and an ale is perhaps in order.