Ha! I left Nephew #1 in charge of blogging, but he clearly has better things to do with his time.
Although my watch says 9.30pm my body says 3am Goan time; I was up at 6.30am. It would be tempting to blog about my holiday but I'm conscious that at the forefront of my mind is our *interesting* journey home. The other night I dreamed that we would have to make an unscheduled stop in Baghdad, and so it came to pass (nearly...). However, our pilot decided that with a choice of stopping in Baghdad or Tehran or continuing to Gatwick with the prisoner in handcuffs, it was best to continue and let Sussex Constabulary meet our plane.
More anon. There are photos to transfer etc etc
