Tunnel...

The underground trains in London are beginning to resemble the tunnels they travel through, all the carriages join up making one long train.
A four and a half hour train journey with two kids may seem not too long...on paper, in reality it feels like about ten hours. Especially when followed by two tube journeys with a heavy suitcase, rucksack, handbag, 2 kids, all their stuff...on a Friday evening. Luckily, on arrival at my aunt's flat, there was a bottle of white wine chilling in the fridge with my name on it (my name is Pinot Grigio). A few hours later Paul arrived, and we were all together again...after a very long three weeks.
So, what to do tomorrow? We haven't decided yet. Maybe a wee beer while I consider our options.

Ciao