I hear thunder, I hear thunder

Our flight back last night was smooth, ruined only by the captain's determination to land and then stop, immediately, and by the fact that we had to park at the furthest edge of the airport and wait and wait and wait for the bus to find us.

Logan was delighted to see me, so much so that he woke me before dawn was even a thought of a twinkle - a thunderstorm was going over and he has to have his paw held and his belly stroked to stop the roof from falling in on him, damn stoopid beast. I would doubt that I got any more sleep after 4am were it not for the fact that Mr K woke me from a scary dream at 6:20 when he came down for breakfast.

I wonder if my neighbours want the dog back?