Heathrow airport at noon and I am leaving to go back home to Shetland.
I am not sorry to say goodbye to England but I am very sorry to say goodbye to my parents. Door-to-door, it was 7 hours. I managed the start of a migraine in Aberdeen but a bottle of water sorted it out. Instead of armrest wars, I sat next to nose-pick man. Ew. But, as Daisy says, at least he was self-contained and recycling!
Everyone was was pleased to see me home. Lambie is much, much bigger. I would say he has doubled in size.
He is wearing a collar now as it makes him easier to grab as he goes on his travels off to do some wickedness. I sense he also has an attitude too. Perhaps we are going through the stroppy teenage phase.
Lambie still looks to BeAnne and follows her. She is teaching him his manners but as she doesn’t have many, it is not an arduous task.
They are almost the same size now.
I briefly saw some ponies and my heart lifted. Life, as I know it, is back to my normal. BeAnne, though, is a little stroppy with me for going away.