We arrived home on Tuesday evening, after a flight that included: a 1 year old child in the row behind us that screamed at the top of his lungs for half the flight (no exageration - poor guy, his ears probably didn't pop properly); a drunk old couple sitting in front of us, chatting & repeating themselves incessantly; and a medical emergency once we arrived (she didn't look all that sick to me, she walked off the flight under her own power - but who am I to judge?). All in all, not the best flight. The trip was awesome, though. I'll post pictures in the next week or so.
In Dad news, he's still in hospital but doing better. First he developed pneumonia but that's been resolved. Now his incision isn't healing properly, so they had to remove the staples & suture it up (30 big stitches & 10 smaller ones). The incision is 10 inches long. Wowsers.
Well, that's about all I feel up to posting now. Perhaps I will have more energy tomorrow. It's good to be back, but I sure miss the UK.