Emotional Overload

After an amazing four days of watching the Queen’s platinum jubilee celebrations I feel quite wrung out emotionally. 

The heartstrings were further tugged when Granddaughter #2 came to visit this morning to say goodbye to Uncle B. She was upstairs in his old bedroom watching him pack his bag, and noticed these two Bagpuss and Zippy toys which he had as a child, and which I always put on his pillow when he comes home, just for a joke, even though he’s now 36! She took quite a shine to them, so he happily presented them to her to keep, even though at four years old she has no idea who they are. Granny found it hard not to well up in her already emotional state.

A friend kindly took the traveller to Stansted airport at lunch time, where the traveller had been warned by the airline to arrive an extra hour earlier than usual to allow for increased checking in time at this busy period. After all the queueing in the airport he then had a long wait on the runway and when he finally took off the flight was two hours late. 

So all in all I’m an emotional wreck and definitely need an early night!