Going Home

It's never an enjoyable experience packing up and going home after a good break away (well, maybe once, from a less than smooth Bulgarian trip, but that was hopefully a one-off), especially when the nearer you get to home the more the weather deteriorates, until it feels more like piloting a boat than driving. Still, back in familiar surroundings now, cozied up on the couch watching all that stuff doing its stuff on the other side of the window.

And that's the way it shall be for the rest of Saturday.

A DVD of 'Local Hero' that was on order was waiting for us when we got home so at least we don't have to put up with some meteorologically matching miserable Saturday night TV. And then there shall be the unbridled joy of going to sleep in one's own bed again, one of the few up-sides of going home.