Half Way Home

Making my way back from Newark today feeling the illest Ive felt in years and I felt so sorry for the person who sat next to me listening to me blowing my nose every 5 minutes or wondering why I was sniffing a bip (my friend gave me a bib loaded up with Karvol to inhale for the journey). Luckily the journey was only 3 hours so Newcastle meant I was half way home.