Teensy weensy blog post today just to let anyone who cares that I got from Charlotte to Exeter alive but rattled after 24 hours of non stop travelling. Normally it doesn’t take that long but, to my extreme annoyance, I arrived in Toronto to find that I could have indeed caught the earlier flight to London that I chose not to select as I figured I would be late for it. Or something. Do not expect grammatical excellence. I have had two hours of sleep.
So I was watching all the people board the earlier flight and looking forward to my three hours of waiting for my later flight. Toronto airport has evidently won the award for the most improved airport. You wouldn’t know it to look at it. It’s got three shops and no toilets between the 17 million miles between the airplane and customs. My wee was past my eyelids by the time I’d cleared customs.
Flying is fine but sleep is elusive. I’d have slept on the bus home but it was equally packed. And I was sitting in front of the toilet so whenever anyone went to the loo my knees kept getting hit. And the bus was filled with people with prostate problems. Even the women.
I will go to bed now. My aunty is torturing me with watching the British Soap Awards and I can feel my brains seeping out my ears.
Away For A Bit 
your name is Nigel ,cant tell you what day it is(the international date line thing here) and I hope when you read this your wee level is so low that you have been able to have an unbroken sleep, and your pillow has dried from where your brain has oozed out of your ears, and sweet dreams were yours x
Nigel, you have such Jewish mother potential…………………
I don’t get it. What did I say now?