Finally

I'm now sitting with a wine and soda, slowly sipping and wondering, then, suddenly, it's as though someone has switched the lights on.  The windows high above me are filled with white, bright light, the sun is shining through.

It's 3.15pm and at last, I am seated on a plane, in 17D, with a free seat next to me no less.  It's been a long day so far but at least I'm now on my way.

I landed at 4.30pm, and I was collected shortly afterwards.  It was lovely to see my friends and I was just grateful to have made it after all. 

Thursday evening, JR and I had a leisurely catch up and a nice dinner.  Friday, just after a lovely lunch at the Duke of Cambridge pub, with three of my friends... plus baby, my mouth started to hurt, a lot.  Had an idyllic afternoon, (apart from the pain emanating from my mouth,) playing with the kids, chatting and bouncing on the trampoline with A, haven't been on a trampoline since I was a kid and it was a lot of fun, although A kept wanting to hold my hand while we bounced up and down and I kept shooing him over to the other side of the tramp... just in case I accidentally landed on the little guy. JR and I eventually headed home, it was late and I went straight to bed but only managed around 3 hours sleep due to the pain, and woke with a swollen face and pulsating gums.

It didn't spoil the weekend but it was pretty painful, and I could have done without it... It was so great to spend time with my friends, plus new puppy... Poppy.  Poppy, a miniature Schnauzer... chosen on Armistice Day, is playful and inquisitive and joyous, and we got along great. 

We didn't actually do much of any excitement but we had a couple of nice lunches in sunshine and a visit to the harbour.  It was nice to sit around, catching up and enjoying the change of scenery and the company of good people.

All too soon, it's Sunday, 5.45pm and I'm sitting in the airport bar, writing, with a large Chardonnay and soda after having a sun drenched, wonderful weekend.

Food wise, the weekend wasn't terrible but I feel bloated and puffy and I'm going to be super good over the next few days so that I can feel confident and "un-puffy" in the very near future.

Needless to say, my flight is delayed coming home, our plane is coming in from Geneva but it's running late.  Seems to be a theme this weekend.