We flew out of Belgium today, 5 suitcases and 3 'Trunki's' (www.trunki.co.uk) in tow. Ollie led the way on his, down the ramp, full speed ahead, bumping people's legs on the way and finally grinding to a reluctant halt at the top of an escalator, which was luckily out of service otherwise he would have ended up head to toe in plaster - what's new hey. The girls of course let me pull them along at a gentle pace, no stress. They got the 'aren't they lovely glances' - or maybe it was me.
Now in England until Sunday.
Now, no salary until the end of September.
Now, what have we done?