The plane was late at Gatwick and when we got there
we found there was an incident. Our bags were held up
and we were informed that there was a possible bomb in the car park.
We were at the Northern Terminal and the train was at the Southern
Terminal. Eventually we were bussed to the train and
arrived home by taxi at about 10.00.
The cats were pleased to see us.
I tripped over the dirty washing on the following
day and fell into a door; the resultant black eye is still going
strong after 2 weeks! Still a residual mark in October. |