Well we are sat in the airport and this is my first blog on new gadget with predictive text. What fun.martyn doesnt have twenty pairs of socks. Being as he went out for a party while i packed he only has one sock. Hee hee.
Anyways having realised we left bottle of juice in the sun in the kitchen we are hoping kind neighbours will rescue us from a juice explosion.
Terminal five is very posh but we are reserving final judgement until our bags turn up at the other end (hopefully). Better go flight called. K.
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