Bolsa para vómito

Spent most of the day travelling back to Liverpool, and the only picture I took was of a sick bag on the Vuelling flight to Barcelona - I liked the inscription as good advice for life in general. Being on that short flight reminded me of a lovely lady who came to the exhibition with her young disabled son and cute little dog Lola. The dog was tragically killed in a road accident just before Christmas, so she told her son that she had gone up into the sky. The son asked if she had travelled to Barcelona with Vuelling to stay with his auntie, so the mother let him believe that rather than be distressed.
After long hours waiting for the connecting flight
I finally squeezed onto a packed Easyjet flight to Liverpool, which was badly buffeted by the gales over the Northwest, so much so that the pilot could not land and had to ascend again and battle the currents for what seemed like ages. Quite a few sick bags were used, luckily none by me.
Cold, windy, wet, grey, and two major road accidents seen in the two mile journey home from the airport: welcome back to Blighty.