Flopping

Somehow everybody made it back to the fold.

A very early start for me, as I hung onto the strap of the bus, I saw myself taking the journey to work, but with quite a few hundred miles to go. I marvel at the ability to do this. One hour I was in Geneva airport, the next driving my car from long term parking to school and perfectly in time.

I was full of particles by the time I got there.

Back in Soller, there were boys to be hugged, rejoicing in what I had seen and sharing it with them and of course footy, athletics, shopping, washing and general snoozing......