Home at last

We finally made it to the UK yesterday, even if our Easyjet flight was delayed (you get what you pay for I guess). It's great to be back but it does feel a bit strange to be back in Royston. But it's nice to be using a keyboard where the Z and Y are in the proper places!!

The flight from Prague was fine but the notion of only flying for 1 hour and 20 minutes and being in another country was a bit alien, that normally only gets us to Melbourne! We landed at Stanstead, the only "London" airport I hadn't yet been to. Whoever designed the place is an absolute idiot. First you need to get a train to the terminal, then you need to catch a bus to the long stay carpark - this carpark must be at least 10 miles away. I live closer to the airport in Sydney than that! The buses were few and far between and we were hearded on like the proverbial cattle and the bus driver thought he was a squadron leader, asking if anyone needed to be dropped off at "K for Kilo" or "L for Lima". Twat.

The drive home was short, we dumped our bags and headed straight to the pub for some dinner. The pub is only a short drive away and Barry bought be my first beer (not lager) and it was suitably warm :) It only seemed natural to wash it down with a curry too :) Jo continued to persist with the wine and was rewarded with a decent Shiraz (well, it was Australian). We were in hysterics when we overheard the bar staff talking about a this lady who wanted "a prawn cocktail, but without the prawns". The waiter also asked another lady if she enjoyed her meal and she said "it was lovely, except there were some bones in the fish, and I actually had to pick one out of my tongue. But other than that, it was nice." Typical English attitude.

Today I headed out to Tesco with Mum to get a few bits to re-stock the cupboard. The Tesco in Royston must be the largest supermarket in the world! It was probably the most painless food shopping experience for a long time and the store was under construction as they expand it even further. There was no queue for the checkout, nothing was out of stock and there are 400 of everything. I went to choose a moisturiser and I didn't know where to start. In Australia, there are six to choose from and the shelf screams at you, 'just choose one and move on'. Here, the shelf practically gives you the life history of every brand, how much it costs in other supermarkets (!) and 5 reasons why you should buy that type.

I'm off to go see my Nan before doing a quick tour of Royston with Jo and then heading into Cambridge for a bit of touristy wandering before some shopping.

Picture above is of home with my Mum showing off her successful trip to Marks and Spencer!