Postlude to a Holiday

I like the option of being able to recline fully on the business class seats, but the reality is that I don't like sleeping on my back, and the padding on the seats is not really designed for side-sleeping.  As a result, what little sleep I got during the night I got sleeping bolt upright - a situation not helped by Amanda waking me up for snoring at one point... 

As we woke, our screens told us our location:

and breakfast was served at around 08.00 local - bacon rolls / croissants / porridge / tea / orange juice.

As we approached London we started to see some familiar place names:

A smooth landing:

But wait - what was that at around eight seconds into the video?  That's right - a Concorde:

The story of this particular Concorde is told here.

We touched down at around 09.30 and passed through baggage claim and customs with no bother. 

After stocking up with water and fruit from the airport branch of M&S we located the valet parking stand and "Old Faithful":

Out of the airport and onto the M25.  It was slow-going to begin with and also through the roadworks on the M1, but we still made it home in around two hours.  

A brief stop-off at the local supermarket to pick up milk and sandwiches, before arriving home and collapsing - tired but happy.

I think the boss counted 14 piles of laundry when she started sorting it the next day: