jacey | Number One Son Arrives a Day Early

So I slept through until 10.20 a.m. this morning (luxury!) and had just plumped up the pillows, made a nest and settled back to have a lazy morning in bed reading my new Karen Traviss book when the phone rang. I guess my son had forgotten there were thirty one days in May. Instead of arriving at the airport tomorrow morning at ten, there he was this morning, and wondering why no one was waiting to meet him.

Departure from New York on the evening of 30th May does not bring you into Manchester on the morning of 1st June (unless you fly west perhaps).

Anyhow, all is well. He had to hang around the airport for a couple of hours and I didn't get to read my book, but Number One Son is now safely home from NYC and we are a family of three again until September, unless, of course, he decides to go and stay with Number One Daughter in London or gets the 'opportunity of a lifetime' to go to Russia, China, Africa, The Moon in which case... who knows. He generally has very itchy feet.
:-)