Awake-ish.

Ahoy, friends. I have been a slack little blogger - the past few days I have been telling myself to post just before bed, only I'd eventually get up there and crash without getting the chance.

I was worried that the volcanic ash was going to affect my journey home, since there were so many problems with flying into UK air space. In fact, things were looking so grim for a while there, that I was mentally preparing myself for being stranded at home in the beautiful high-20's (Celsius, people) weather for a few extended weeks of unpaid vacation... only the day before my scheduled flight, everything resumed as normal.

So, here I am. Back in London, which feels surreal as ever. Home again with the boys, even if one of them isn't being particularly smoochy just yet (I'll let you decide which one) and trying my best to stay awake until this evening if I can.

It's not an easy feat when your flight was full to the brim thanks to the volcano problems, and when you only really managed to get shut-eye for 15 minute periods at a time, thanks to the stupid man sitting behind you kneeing your chair.

I've already caved and had two naps today, and I'll probably give in and go to bed in an hour or so. Oh, bed. Nothing like sitting up straight & uncomfortable for a day and a half in transit, to really make you appreciate being able to actually lie down and sleep.

I'll post more this week about the trip back soon - and fill you in on all the joys of wedding planning so far. Squee!