The Wolf Packs

I.Hate.Packing.

What I do love (as I've said many times before) is family meals, and holy crap I was in for a treat. After saying goodbye to Eve at the train station and heading back home, I swung via my grandparents' house for them to check out the beard (and to say Hi! before Christmas too, obviously) and then on to home where Mum, Dad and I enjoyed an early Christmas/Birthday meal as I'm not going to be at home for Christmas. Sad times.

I did GoPro it and I'm infinitely confident that the photo from that will be a million times better than this shoddy shot but I'd figure I'd save you all from ANOTHER GoPro snap. It was honestly a brilliant meal excellently cooked by Mum.

After that it was a mad dash to get everything packed (I will try every delaying tactic in the book to not pack) to make sure I'm ready to leave Heathrow tomorrow morning.

Peace

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Yeah it's rubbish, I know. Apologies.