Home again ...

Got to Gatwick about seven this morning. The Backflip Boy's parents were there and we introduced ourselves. We got on famously over coffee. Much hugging when the boys and girls arrived, and we whisked The Girl Racer home for belated birthday presents and breakfast. 

Everyone loved this New York cookbook; might have to buy myself a copy. 

So good to have everyone under one roof again for a while, even if The Girl Racer was knocked sideways by jet lag later on.

Mr B appeared out of the blue on Saturday evening so we fed and watered him and gave him some moral support as he is going through a rough patch right now and caring for lots of other people. A listening ear and a bed for the night was the least we could do...