Home Sweet Home

Crossing the Forth Road Bridge on the way home from the airport, made me happy.  It was a lovely holiday, and I was sorry to leave Majorca, but how can you be sad about coming home?

G's brother Brian had taken good care of the house and Rocky, and we spent some time chatting about the wedding and the holiday before he left.  I had two loads of washing done, and the fridge cleaned out and the kitchen floor washed by the time G came back with an Indian takeaway for supper. 

There is still a bit of unpacking left to do, but it will wait until tomorrow now - it's been a very long day, and I have some back-blipping to attend to!