Back in Jersey!
It is 9:30 on a Sunday night. I am sitting in the foyer of the Pomme d'Or in St Helier after an all-too-short visit home.
Yesterday I flew home at lunchtime but we had to collect Emily from Ely and it was around 3 in the afternoon before we got home. Mum had come to visit and we had a lovely evening. Unfortunately, Emily had decided to spend the evening with her friends at the Bonfire Night celebrations on Cherry Hill in Ely, so I only got to see her for the briefest of times.
Today flew by and, before I knew it, I was on the Aurigny Saab plane on my way back to Jersey. I only just made the flight as Stansted was a heaving zoo. My check-in desk was dealing with the overflow from an Iceland Air plane and when I got to security, the queue was moving at a snail's pace.
Anyway, I did make the plane. Annoyingly, we landed at Guernsey first and sat on the tarmac for twenty minutes while people got off and were replaced by others.
Tomorrow I begin training at Ansbacher. Catherine assures me that this will be fun and that the group is really delightful. I am sure that is right but I would rather be at home.
However, we have worked out that I may be able to get home on Wednesday night rather than having to wait until Thursday lunchtime and that would certainly make life a lot better, as well as providing a much-needed full day in the office before we both set off for Swansea on Friday. Then we have a weekend with the Conways planned in the Cotswolds before Catherine drives north to Edinburgh and I begin training at Abbey in St Albans.
I now plan to spend a few moments reading through the information on tomorrow's group and then turn in.
I'm whacked.
Yesterday I flew home at lunchtime but we had to collect Emily from Ely and it was around 3 in the afternoon before we got home. Mum had come to visit and we had a lovely evening. Unfortunately, Emily had decided to spend the evening with her friends at the Bonfire Night celebrations on Cherry Hill in Ely, so I only got to see her for the briefest of times.
Today flew by and, before I knew it, I was on the Aurigny Saab plane on my way back to Jersey. I only just made the flight as Stansted was a heaving zoo. My check-in desk was dealing with the overflow from an Iceland Air plane and when I got to security, the queue was moving at a snail's pace.
Anyway, I did make the plane. Annoyingly, we landed at Guernsey first and sat on the tarmac for twenty minutes while people got off and were replaced by others.
Tomorrow I begin training at Ansbacher. Catherine assures me that this will be fun and that the group is really delightful. I am sure that is right but I would rather be at home.
However, we have worked out that I may be able to get home on Wednesday night rather than having to wait until Thursday lunchtime and that would certainly make life a lot better, as well as providing a much-needed full day in the office before we both set off for Swansea on Friday. Then we have a weekend with the Conways planned in the Cotswolds before Catherine drives north to Edinburgh and I begin training at Abbey in St Albans.
I now plan to spend a few moments reading through the information on tomorrow's group and then turn in.
I'm whacked.
posted by Hugh M | 9:25 pm
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