We don’t particularly enjoy our days in steel tubes like this one that flits between Manchester and Philadelphia on a daily basis, nor the rigmarole of US customs and immigration just to transfer from Terminal A to Terminal F and our rather smaller tube to Ottawa.
Alexander McCall Smith’s ‘The Lost Art of Gratitude’ kept me happy for a few hours; ‘Phili’ was friendly enough; and after the 15 hour journey we were pleased to be in Ottawa with all our belongings and Sue’s neck in an acceptable state. There was no need to wait in the cold, as Ken pulled up immediately we exited the airport, and we were soon tucking into a traditional fish and chip supper with our old friends at ‘Chez Woodroffe’.
It was minus 15C.
2 comments:
Only one thing to say really - enjoy the skiing and whatever else you get up to.
Have fun! Looking forward to the reports on your adventures.
word: suretag
Must be how you labelled your luggage?
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