The journey home went as smooth as silk. I drive from Hua Hin to the airport, transfers to various wheelchairs, whizzing through the diplomatic channels for security and passport control, making our connection from Dubai to London after a brief visit to duty-free and then a very comfortable limousine ride home – courtesy of Emirates – Â arriving in time for elevenses. Although, I was not able to take advantage of the flat bed on the aircraft, due to my breathing problem, I was reasonably comfortable and after watching a video on each of the legs, managed to snatch brief periods of sleep, so arrived home in reasonably good condition. Although we had been going then around 24 hours we picked up the day as if we had never been away, ignoring the time difference the so-called jetlag, and did not get to bed until 10 o’clock. This, of course, after our usual six o’clock bottle of champagne!
Having taken some considerable trouble to keep the blog running day by day, with Â Michael doing the posting during this trip, I must admit I’m a little disappointed to notice that my readership has sagged from around 2500 each day to 2000. Maybe people are getting a bit bored with the whole thing, if so I’m sorry, I am lucky to be leading any sort of life at all, let alone an exciting one..
Whatever people think of the glamour of travelling to foreign parts there is no place like home and in my case no-one Â I would rather be with than â€˜ my lovelyâ€™. However, this is not to say that I do not owe an inestimable debt of gratitude to dear Michael for his constant care of me on this trip. I really don’t think there’s another person in the world who could have done it, or, would indeed have been prepared to do it, particularly, so uncomplainingly. OK, so he was a little tough with me from time to time over my breathing, but maybe that’s what I needed!