On the road

Today it was time to travel home.

We had seats booked on the 7.10am airport transfer bus but in his usual way, Mr RIU insisted on leaving our hotel with way too much contingency time (it was less than a 10 minute walk and I am not sure what he thought could go wrong)

The buses are every 30 minutes and the 6.40 one arrived whilst we waited. It was full and we had to wait some more. The wait at the airport was uneventful with an extra half hour sat on the runway.

We waited for what seemed like ages to exit the carpark too as the driver in front had some kind of dispute with the person on the other end of the barrier intercom, eventually reversing out of the way.

We stopped at a pub for lunch on the way back and MrRIU discovered that someone has scratched the entire length of the passenger side of Hank, presumably dragging a case. Not happy.

Back home and then to skipping class. As anticipated, lack of practice equals lack of skill.

A little TV and then an early night.