My journey home didn't start too smoothly, when Ava's car refused to start. But a taxi, two planes and a car journey later I arrived at my parents' home. Door to door was 18 hours of travelling and my body was telling me it was 3am by the time I got here. It was lovely to see my parents at the airport, wielding some very embarrassing welcome signs [see photo] and a great surprise to find my youngest brother Andy and his family (wife Ali, kids Louie and Daisy) sneaking up behind me in Arrivals too. I haven't seen the two children before, so it was a real treat to meet them in the flesh so early on in my trip back to the UK. Now I hope to get some sleep and awake refreshed enough to "shop 'til I drop".
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