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A day of coming back. And standing around in a lot of queues. In the longest, most 'WTF are they doing up there at the check-in desk?' queue us grown-ups made a pact to only ever, ever take hand luggage with us on flights again, even it means leaving half our stuff at home.

Flight was fine though, got through loads of tunes. I think I might have actually been grinning my head off when Curtis came on somewhere over the Bay Of Biscay.

And, imagine my surprise when, actually getting back into our own postcode, I discovered that someone had put some highly aesthetically-pleasing dirty big cranes up just ten minutes from my house and clearly visible from my kitchen window. Small things, ahem...