Reality Check

The time has come. The U S of A it is as Camp America beckons. A few frantic moments as he checked himself in at 5am. Fortunately and comfortingly, many others were going through the exact same motions of re-typing the details into the self-check-n booth and worrying whether the cases are overweight etc. Strange times.

Naturally worried as we are excited, but I sure all will go accordingly.

Mrs Tuttle & I got home in sound timing (for lunch), which included a long-ish nap at a service station on the M6 and Tuttle Jnr arrived on the other side of the pond without delay as we tracked him on the flight App. Oh, the joys of travelling on an early Sunday morning!