Still feeling very jetlagged. My uncle rang at just after 9am to confirm arrangements for Kathleen’s funeral on Monday, and said I sounded “very distant”. An accurate diagnosis: I was half asleep and midway across the Atlantic. Still, it was probably a good thing, because it got me out of bed and in the direction of resuming normal service. It would have been even better if I hadn’t been awake for an hour or two in the night. The weather is dull, cool and threatening rain; so I know we’re home. Walked to Budgen’s to get a loaf and ran into Keiron and family on the way back.
Yesterday passed in a blur, with some necessary catch-ups being achieved in the paperwork department. Dot was at Diocesan House for half the day, and “lodger” Matt, still in residence, was saying goodbye to his school at Acle on the last day of term. I barely left the house.
Our journey home had gone smoothly enough. The Murrays dropped us at the airport in loads of time, and we enjoyed a long but fast-moving queue at Air Transat check-in and a short one through Security. The duty-free part of Terminal 3 at Toronto is nothing to write home about, but we grabbed a snack and bought the children a present each before I spotted that the departure gate had been changed, and we got seats in the new area before it was deluged by other travellers.
The plane left almost on time, and the flight seemed to go quickly (it was 6½ hours). I guess I slept for an hour or so, and the children for much longer. Bit of a queue at passport control, but the bags arrived quickly, and we managed to get the 11.01 train from Platform 4 to Luton Airport Parkway – a pleasant enough journey for which I’d purchased advance tickets. Bit of a squash at first with all our luggage, but we sorted ourselves out after a few people got off at London Bridge.
A taxi from the station at Luton got us to Caddington by about 12.40pm. Dot and I stayed for a couple of hours, some of which was spent asleep, before we left for Norwich. Heavy rain between Luton and Royston, and we saw an unusual number of crashed cars, but we got home safely after stopping for egg and chips (or a bagel in Dot’s case) at the “world famous Comfort Cafe” near Cambridge. Not quite as comfortable as we’d expected, but good chips. Bought a bit of shopping at Morrisons in Norwich before entering the house shortly before 6pm.
Matt had left us a bottle of wine and some chocolates and flowers, which was really nice of him. He didn’t appear till we were heading for bed at the surprisingly late hour of 11.30pm (6.30pm Canada time).