Are we there yet?
Finally we’re going home! I couldn’t wait to get going!!!
As we were walking to the airport, I wanted one last sniff of the snow I love so much. But snow in the city wasn’t very pretty and fluffy like they have up north.
I don’t know why but I have this urge to jump on the conveyor belt for luggage every time we’re checking in. Maybe because I know it’s also a weighing machine and whenever I do that at the vet I get a treat.
There are little things that gets Mum – like the SAS presentation of their “full meal” in a cube box.
We landed in Paris – and for the next couple of hours we drove to Calais, went through pet control and then finally – we have reached the border crossing!
After crossing the tunnel, there was still another train to London’s St Pancras – the train was completely jammed pack with commuters going to London on a Friday evening. Getting off at the busy station, we then had to find a taxi to take us home.
Ten hours later – we were finally home. Mum wanted us to stretch our legs after sitting most of the day – we went for a nice leisurely walk around the neighbourhood. And as we walked past familiar streets, familiar scents and familiar sights – it felt good to be home.
After supper, I just wanted to lie in our bed and enjoy being home.
But Mum decided to take a bath – darn!
May’s comment: It was tiring but it really did not take us that long. It is always nice to be home.