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We arrived back home late yesterday evening and I am only now catching up after unpacking, putting a couple of loads through the washing machine and popping out to the shops for some basics as the cupboard was bare.

During our short holiday in Greece I found that Blogger suddenly refused to recognise me so, apart from mysteriously allowing me to post one photo on Day 1, I couldn't subsequently post or add comments to my blog, or anyone else's either.

We flew home to Heathrow from Athens on Thursday and spent the night in one of the airport hotels.  The journey from there across to London City airport yesterday was a little stressful.  We travelled on the Picadilly Line from Heathrow to Green Park.  It seems that due to a combination of factors - (the climate change protestors up above in the streets, plus parts of the District and Circle lines being closed for maintenance) - there was a huge crowd of people at each station along the route. Some were left on the platform as there was no room for them on the train.  Our carriage was so jam-packed with people and luggage that you clould not squeeze anything between the bodies.  The doors wouldn't close at one point because people were blocking them.  I had one young lady run over my feet with her heavy suitcase when she let go of it to check her 'phone. When I yelped in pain and looked up at her expecting an apology, she just glared at me and said "It was just an accident". I suppose that was her idea of an apology.

We were so relieved to get off at Green Park - that was an experience in itself trying to get through the crush of bodies.  We changed to the Jubilee Line and what a contrast!  The carriage was barely half full. It was quiet and peaceful and so much less sressful.

We changed again at Canning Town to the DLR for the two stops to City Airport.  I had a "heartbeat" moment when we got off the DLR and I made my way towards the escalator down to the airport. I turned to say something to P only to discover he had disappeared.  I retraced my steps back along the platform looking for him and started to panic just a little when I couldn't find him anywhere.  A very kind gentleman approached me and asked if everything was alright.  I told him my husband had disappeared and he suggested that he may have taken the stairs instead of the escalator. I checked from the top of the stairs but couldn't see him.  After a moment or two, I saw the kind gentleman again at the bottom of the escalator waving me down.  When I got there he said he had found P who had, indeed, taken the stairs without bothering to tell me!  He said he knew I would find him eventually.   Sometimes I could strangle him!!!

The short flight home was uneventful, apart from P knocking over his G&T and spilling it all over my lap.  Sitting on a very small aircraft with wet trousers is not a pleasant experience.

Woke up this morning to a lovely warm, sunny day and so pleased to see the trees and flowers have all started to burst into bud during our absence.

We even have bluebells out already - a little early this year.

I hope to post a little about our Greece visit over the next day or so if anyone would be interested in following our journey.






12 comments:

  1. Glad you're home safe and sound and returned to nice weather and buds and blooms. Looking forward to seeing some lovely photos of Greece. Are those photos of your yard? It looks beautiful!

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    1. Thanks Sue. Yes, that is part of our garden. It is just starting to come to life and P is going to be kept very busy over the next few months looking after it!

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  2. A case of East, West, Home's best' by the sound of it. Glad you finally made it home.

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    1. Even though I love to visit new places and experience different cultures it is still such a wonderful feeling to arrive back to the relative peace and quiet of our little island home.

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  3. I'm sorry I didn't find your blog before. Love to read about your life and adventures

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    1. Oh thank you. I enjoy reading about your adventures and life on your beautiful island too.

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  4. Blogger is driving me mad too, really difficult to write a post and often impossible to comment on other blogs, must not like us being abroad. It must be nice to come home to sunshine, sort of extends the holiday if you can forget about the tricky travelling in between. Happy Easter.

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    1. Thanks Jenny. Happy Easter to you too, and hope you manage to resolve your Blogger problems. It is very frustrating!

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  5. I love London and was born and raised there; but I have lived away from London, apart from two short periods, since I was 18. I love to visit but the thing that always reminds why I don't want to live in London again is when I take a crowded tube somewhere. Who said 'hell is other people'? They must have been talking about the underground. And just think - we used to smoke on the tube as well!

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    1. It does seem to be getting worse each time we go there. I remember it from the 70s and it didn't seem so bad then

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  6. Just found your blog, heavens knows why it took me so long! Your tube journey reminds me why I avoid London. But oh my, your garden - I need you to come work your magic on mine!
    Hugs, Mary.
    thepoutingpensioner.blogspot.com

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    1. Thanks Mary but I cannot claim credit for the garden. That's down to His Royal Grumpiness x

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