Touch Down

The flight was fine, we were shrouded in cloud for 99% of the journey, such is this summer.  10 minutes from landing and the man sitting next to me struck up a conversation, he'd been to Manchester for a works conference, we discussed the weather, Southampton to Manchester flights, the England match, his journey home and where my friends live. 

As we came into land, the wings lurched from side to side, you know the way you do when you're pretending to be a plane for a small child?  No exaggeration was necessary, we were lurching.  Despite the weather, Captain Nichols gave us a surprisingly smooth landing, I was impressed.

JR had had to park up as we didn't actually take off until 18.35 so even later than anticipated.  The 20 minutes she'd parked up cost me £4.00.  Rip off.

Anyway, with the windscreen wipers on double time, we headed to the home of H&M for dinner.  M had a prior engagement but H was waiting for me with a lovely glass of red wine.  H had prepared Toasted Pitta bread with pesto hummus, Caesar Salad and Mango and Passion Fruit cheesecake, followed by more red wine, coffee, and red wine.  JR is teetotal, thankfully or we'd be walking home.

Went back to JR's and straight to bed.  It was around midnight and the rain was still hammering down.  I woke at 5am, in the middle of a dream in which I couldn't breathe, then I remembered that I hadn't packed my inhalers.