a different drum

To Heathrow last night to collect Dan and his girlfriend, Kelly.  Their flight from Delhi was delayed and then they took ages to get through immigration because of Kelly’s Australian visa.  So the reunion was emotional when it finally came.

When we arrive home there are more hugs and unwrapping of presents; mine is this drum.

Then the weary travellers finally hit the hay - or rather the quite ordinary, but to them sumptuous mattress - and the house quietens down again. (Apart from a quick tap on the drum).

News and catching up will have to wait.

Mother Hen goes to bed happy.