Taxi!

Up at stupid o'clock (It began with a 4 and wasn't followed by a great deal.) for my second trip to Heathrow in 12 hours, this time to pick up K's daughter's boyfriend. I tried to bargain extra sleep time last night. Look his flight's running late already... that's the landing time not the through customs time...he'll be in the warm and dry so can just grab a coffee if he's out first. But apparently he'd panic if we weren't there when he got out (and she's not seen him since May so I was only half serious) so we were dutifully in the arrivals hall bang on the original schedule. And waited. And waited. Someone should tell the flight tracker apps that changing a Malaysian Airline status to "result unknown" makes anxious girlfriend's joke nervously. Not helpful.

Anyway, he's here. We escaped just inside the 2 hour parking window and made it through the yucky weather to Southampton and after an unexpected and frankly unwanted stop at West Quay (all roads heading back to Winchester were blocked), I'm finally home.

11:15 and I feel like I've put in a full shift in my newly formed unpaid chauffeur taxi service. My work is done. Coffee and a snooze it is then.

Vx