We arrived at sunrise in a two-car convoy from the northern provinces. Laden with a multitude of luggage, we bore down on terminal two and yea there we wept when we saw the mighty snaking queue at British Airways. And so it was that fellow traveller smote fellow traveller and appendages were crushed under
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Just checking in briefly. Gotta dash and see more houses for rent. Kids’ first day at school, first time in uniform. Mighty cute.
Been stranded at the airport, flooded out of our hotel, bamboozled by real estate agents, but tings are lookin better already.
It’s stopped raining.
More later …
Continue reading Wilma welcome yu wit a splash
Maar nog niet helemaal!
Altogether now …
It’s a Dutch thing.
>>>The clock’s ticking, in three days we’ll be flying off to Funky Kingston.
Oh, but we haven’t got any tickets.
It was hard enough getting a booking through the office in Jamaica. Frantic emails shot across the Atlantic: “A BA traveller class counts
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