Tommorow morning I give my cats a hug and set off for work, not to return for over a week. At the end of the day I will bus to the airport (for lack of a rail link) and fly overnight to be re-united with my wife and son, whom I have not seen in 3 weeks.
I believe I am envisioning our reune with overly ruby tinted glasses. I keep seeing sun shining, joyous expressions as we run towards eachother (in slow mo) and embrace, Luke in arm, all happy as sin.
What, perhaps I am failing to anticipate is that I am coming off an overnight fligh which I am unlikely to have slept on, and perhaps, the general dankness of Gatwick.
It will be an interesting non-vacation. We're not really up to much except seeing zoe's family. We will not be in London carousing at all due to the recent addition to the family, nor will we be out doing many touristy things during the day either, as such this will not really be like a normal vacation abroad.
I do hope to meet our esteemed collegue Billy T for a luncheon before I leave, and if I'm lucky, I will also get a day to troll the shops of London looking for those things which I love that are not easily found in Canada (namely:Tango soda and Corgi die cast airplanes)
Beides that I'll get to spend some time at pearson, and check out the bus link to the terminals, opting to spend $15 to get there by this link instead of paying upwards of $80 for a cab from my house.
I also hope to get a glimps of Tom Baker, who resides near UKGirl's parents, but I refuse to hassle or badger him, so perhaps I will not get to run into him.
So be it. After three weeks, all I really want is to see my wife and son again.
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