Heathrow Airport

After going to the doctors ( don’t ask ) I am off to Heathrow airport , terminal 3 ( not terminal 5 where Rosie and I had a decadent breakfast in Gordon Ramseys before flying off to Glasgow to see Their school of Art – that is a whole day of stories – ask Holly and Stu ). No , I’m not flying off somewhere exotic , can’t really bear to be beyond the comfort zone off my settee / fridge /Rosie’s bedroom. The Danish relations are leaving – we will really miss them. Kristian , a carpenter ( not of the Karen and Richard variety ) has built us 2 sets of shelves, and says when he returns he will fix all of our dining room chairs – which at present are unsafe . So if you visit …beware or bring your woodglue !