Priceless

I've been easing myself gently back to work this week.

On Wednesday I drove my son to Heathrow to catch a flight to Nairobi.

Yesterday I drove my daughter to Gatwick to catch a fight to New Orleans (via Fort Lauderdale) where she is studying until May.

At the check-in desk the woman took one look at her e-ticket and pointed out that the flight is actually on Sunday.

Tomorrow therefore I will not only be returning to Gatwick (a 220-mile round trip), I will also miss the matinee performance of Dick Whittington at the London Palladium for which I had two precious (and non-exchangeable) tickets.

The good news is, my daughter is leaving us with a priceless 3D print of herself. Who wouldn't be a parent?

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[Pat Nurse]

We do so much for them, sacrifice so many things to ensure they are well, happy and cared for and yet we are judged as good or bad parents based only on whether we smoke or not 😉

Enjoy the peace while they are away.