Last weekend Susan, Lori, and I flew to London for Emma and Liam’s engagement party. The flight out (with Easyjet) was a balagan, because you have to go through check in, and all the preliminaries at Terminal 1, and then get a transfer coach across to Terminal 3. That messing about, plus the fact I was tired, made for a less than pleasant journey. Oh, and the damn seats on the flight did not move back, so that didn’t help. Then it was on to a train at Gatwick, and off at Clapham Junction where Richard kindly picked us up to take back to his place.
Although we didn’t get in till late on Thursday, we did manage to get up in time to go to shul. This was especially important, because it marked the end of the shloshim for Susan’s mum. After breakfast, Susan and I hopped on a bus to Westfield, did some shopping, and raced back in time for Shabbat. It came in at 3.45, which was somewhat of a rude reminder of a bygone life in Glasgow.
Friday night we walked along to Sarah’s parents for a lovely Shabbat evening meal. The weather was kind to us the whole time, only giving us a wee fright with some showers on the return walk.
Saturday night was the party, with Richard and Sarah’s home overrun with people having a good time. We also had a chance to catch up with some friendly faces. (I did not say old friends!)
On Sunday morning, I had time to pack and say goodbye, before starting my return A veritable flying visit. The return flight was much better, especially because there was no transfer involved, and I got there nice and early. I had bought a collapsible suitcase for the goodies purchased there. It was pretty full…I did manage one bottle of whisky.
It’s good to be home.