Back to life, back to reality
Heathrow. Getting my very heavy suitcase to the check-in desk. Being told I was *gasp* SEVENTEEN kilos overweight. Being told it was *heart attack* THIRTY ONE POUNDS per kilo. Hurriedly unpacking and giving JC’s mother most of my heavy stuff. Telling the grumpy check-in girl that I’d take the other bag as cabin baggage.
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