Heathrow airport

I'm right beside a runway and can't hear a thing!!!  Or perhaps the airline pilots have gone on strike?  No matter what, it's a nice comfy room with a plug in heater (which I'm enjoying) and clean.

It's been a crying sort of day.  Gabriel put on lunch at her place - after all the uncertainty it turned out to be a farewell lunch for me.  Will was invited, so not realising I was too, I wandered up those however many stairs and had a shower.   I cried.  Of course.

Then three of Rachel's friends came around especially to say goodbye ... individually.

And after that Philip drove me here and we had a very pleasant meal together before he returned home.  He was supposed to let me know when he got home but hasn't of course.   I do hope he has!!

And them Emma came - and has just left.  Emma was the physiotherapist daughter of John and Ingrid, who came out to Christchurch for a couple of years.  It was lovely to catch up.

And now I'm off to my bed.  I'm more than ready to go home now.  Just don't get me started crying when I get there please!