Have passport, will travel

Unless of course you manage to forget the passports in the hotel safe and discover this fact as you are about to head to the airport to fly home.

Cue mad dash in the opposite direction from the airport and then another mad dash, retracing our steps and getting to the airport just in time, phew. The mad dashing wasn't helped by the fact that it was up and down the M40&42 which have a ridiculous number of variable speed cameras, fortunately I wasn't the one driving, Mr K is capable of sticking to the speed limit without seemingly going slow, whereas I attract speeding tickets like honey does jam.

All's well, that ends well!