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Getting home

I got back from Turkey last night after a fabulous ten days there. But it’s reminded me of how mixed my feelings can be whenever I come home to London. On the one hand, there’s the sadness that you’re leaving – but on the other hand, the excitement of seeing people you’ve missed, and happiness if the trip that you had been planning for months has gone successfully for the most part. Or by converse, in the unlikely event that a trip abroad hasn’t gone as expected, there’s the relief that you won’t have to see X ever again – whether X be a disliked fellow traveller, a destination that didn’t live up to your dreams, or a particularly unpleasant restaurant owner. Anyway, here’s a roundup of some of the things that struck me this morning. (more…)

Home!

Just because people keep asking – we went to the Air France office the next morning and first they said ‘no flights for a week’…sorry, WHAT?

That in the end that turned out to be untrue, and they found us a flight back to Paris together the following day, but with different connecting flights from Paris to London. Apparently we could be in line for €600 compensation for the cock up – I’m rather doubtful if they’d ever pay up, but we can live in hope! (more…)