Home again

Back home at last, after an uneventful journey. Well, no dramas, anyway.

I coughed all night I’m sure I heard someone in a nearby bedroom shout ‘Shut up’ possibly in a foreign language. And I don’t blame them. Thankfully, I didn’t cough when I went down for breakfast, so I was incognito.

I must say, Bergen Airport is very nice - spacious, clean, no Muzak, nice voices over the tannoy. AND they have the most wonderful bakery ever seen, with freshly made fabulous pastries piled high on the counter. We had a pistachio one (Extra) but really regretted not buying a dozen!

We got home to warm sunshine and a spic and span house. Vicki had even made us a flan for tea! How kind was that! You can come again, Vicki.

(Can you come again, Vicki?)

Elizabeth brought him home later, and if we expected hysteria, crying, bounding around with joy at seeing us, then it didn’t happen. But we didn’t.

I’m feeling better, and haven’t coughed much, so fingers crossed everybody gets a good night’s sleep.

It was a wonderful trip! But it’s good to be home. For a few days.

My new toy, a little pocket fold up selfie stick/tripod had arrived, so we tried it out with a reluctant Archie. (There’s nobody taking the photo, so he doesn’t know to look at the camera!)