Just filling a gap from my jet-lagged day on Friday. Actually I felt OK on Friday having got quite a bit of sleep courtesy of a half empty plane and two bulkhead seats to myself. Passing about 15 customs men in the passageway to the aeroplane makes you feel a bit nervous although they broke the tension by asking random passengers if they were carrying more than $10,000 in cash which caused quite a bit of hilarity. As usual after a few days away at this time of year everything had changed - especially the greening up of the hedgerows and the arrival of blossom on my cherry tree - hoping for a good crop.
Three GT:
1. Leg room on a plane and two cushions and blankets.
2. Being picked up at Heathrow by my husband.
3. Clear roads home.
I had a ridiculous panic-smuggle a few years ago when I was idly thumbing through a rough guide on a flight to KL that I was carrying more cash than I was allowed (its a surprisingly low amount) and ended up stuffing it in my bra, which given that it was a great obvious roll of notes and I was wearing a t-shirt was not the world's most undercover border crime. Made it though. Customs were obviously too sorry for me to query my extraordinarily odd-shaped boob.
April 13th, 2014
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