Home, Christmas and flying

I am home. Sitting in my living room, watching my siblings and sibling-in-law playing risk. Feeling vastly content after a meal of home cooked grub. Dad is no doubt upstairs on the computer looking at the Carlisle United website and mourning another game lost. Shame.

Yesterday was lovely. Spent Christmas morning at church dressed as a dog. Was very difficult to walk in as you cannot see where you are going. Was almost impossible to run in it but I did try. After church, headed to Portsmouth where we ate hot dogs on the beach and later had the traditional gluttonous feast.

Today, I flew home. Put on my angel's wings and started flapping. Well something like that! First trip to Southampton, first internal flight in England and first visit to Liverpool's 'John Lennon' airport. Gazed out of the window and saw all of the lovely clouds. Really do look like cotton wool - felt like I was in care bear land. No rainbows to slide down though!