Going Home

Mrs B is tucked up with a glass of Tattinger rosé in the lounge and I'm at the gate waiting for my delayed flight to Toulouse. Heathrow is keeping us quiet by showing us the England Uruguay match and I'm reflecting on 7 weeks of an amazing holiday with my mum and sis. Mrs B is 87 years old and has embraced every minute of her trip. Not once did she say no - to dinner, to an outing, to a glass of champagne, not once did she say she was too tired or too old. I'm pooped but I reckon she's going to sail through this flight and enjoy every second of it too. Bon voyage mum, and thank you for a great time!