After many trials and tribulations I have finally made it home.
It is now 5am on Sunday and I am about 24 hrs late. I have only slept for 4 hours in about 2 days, watched 4 movies and drank 2 screw drivers very slowly on the plane. So was pleasantly tipsy while landing but have sadly sobered up since.
My father miraculously managed to pull some fantastic strings and got me a confirmed ticket on this morning flight (god only knows how it was seriously over booked)
Charis pulled some fantastic strings and woke up at 4 in the morning to drop me to the airport, dragging his poor mother along with him (without whom we’d probably have never found Heathrow).
Therefore, it is time for this blogging addict to check in to bed.
Tomorrow I shall detail a full report on the crit that involved some drinking and Foz yelling at some people which was truly inspired (and I might add, entirely deserved).
Fernanda would have had even more of a crush on him had she been there.
I must say Foz is very sexy when he’s pissed off ……………….. I am so sick/sleep deprived and clearly have so many issues with authority figures/people with anger management problems sheesh.
Definitely going to bed. Nitey nite folks.