Fast Track

Poppy had an early flight to Barcelona with her friend. She stayed over at the friends house but obviously D and I were awake and checking our phones. I followed her flight on the tracker which caused me a few anxious moments as they kept circling the bay before getting into a queue to land. Anyway, they got there safely and she’s text to say that they’re about to go out to dinner.

My holiday so far hasn’t seemed like much of a holiday. Today I have cleaned up 3 piles of dog vomit, 2 puddles of wee and the remains of a dead, headless pigeon. D says it sounds like the worst Christmas carol ever.