2nd March Sunday
After what seemed forever, the plane touchdown just after Midday. I did manage three hours sleep, soothed by the music of Simon and Garfunkel.
It was a good flight, watched a couple of films and had a warm meal of Chicken and mashed potatoes and something else, not sure because it was a bit dark. This was served about midnight, who actually wants dinner at that time?
I waited forever for my case to appear on the carousel, I almost gave up hope and looked for the lost luggage area, but finally it arrived.
My coach was due to leave at 1.30pm so I even had time for a bacon roll and a coffee. The bacon was nice and soft, unlike the American way of crisp and brittle.
I then made my way to the bay where the coach was standing. I found my ticket on my phone and showed it to the driver. It was then that I realised that the coach was going straight to Bristol and not passing through Bath, I would have to take another bus back there.
Arriving at the bus station at Bristol, a rundown place that I would not usually seen dead in, but here I was, and desperate for a pee.
I found the convenience, but it cost 30p to get through the gate. Fortunately I had some change, but trying to get my case and bag through was a bit of a faff.
Eventually the X39 bus arrived. I explained to the driver that I had already paid the fare, but he just wasn’t interested, and nodded me through.
This was the worst part of the journey, the bus smelt of people, I did check to see if it was me, but I was good.
Nicola met me at the gate, it’s alway great to see a smiling face, or maybe I just look bedraggled and it makes anyone smile.
Colin was taking his job as a Uber driver seriously, he place my luggage in the boot with precision.
Then it was back to Bradford on Avon to dump my bags off.
I wasn’t planning to stay there that night as there no heating because the boiler was being replaced after twenty seven years of use.
And now for the best part, on my last trip I was trying to locate a shop that sold custard slices with no luck.
Nicola had bought some and presented them to me. I had forgotten about that, so I was able to gouge myself on one, and even let Colin have one. Normally I would growl if anyone came near my food, but with a mouthful of cake, I was unable to utter any noise at all.
Then it was down to Ryan and Louise for a fabulous roast, with chicken that was much better than the one on the flight by a million miles.
It was the end of a tiring day, and with the thought of the boiler work tomorrow, I needed some rest.
Kelli managed to sell the two side tables she posted yesterday, without me!
Another Lifetime to go 