The Eagle has landed

I'm sitting in the London flat, about to have a shower and a cuppa - and then a proper lie down, in the hopes that I might catch two or three hours' sleep before the hoards descend, and that my head might stop spinning in this most odd manner.

Rachel's husband, Will, picked me up at Heathrow and then I scampered along beside him, because at well over 6'0" tall, even a casual stroll for him means a quick trot for me.  We were in the flat within an hour and he's now gone off to work, leaving me to do a wee bit of washing and changing my suitcase over.

Because ... Rachel is sending 11 of us off to Euro Disney tomorrow for three days. Initially she was to come too, but is not well enough yet, but absolutely insists we must continue with her plans.  She continues to amaze me with her generosity and thoughtfulness.  I hope I could be as good spirited in the same situation.  I am going to the hospital this evening to see her before we go.

Just wanted to record that I've got here safely ... Though rather uncomfortably.