Impossible blip

Things went very well until around 6 last night when WH realised the Malaysian passports were missing. Over 4 hours of mayhem followed to the accompaniment of 'Kung Fu Panda' and 'Frozen'.

Not much sleep ensued and I took #1 son to the airport at 6.

I went to work and by teatime progress had been made. The High Commission contacted, info shared, a ticket to London bought, alongside me, and a flight home booked for Friday night, but no passports.

Chinese takeaway and wine. Molly still terrorised and horrible, horrible weather outside. Autumn.