It was so nice to be back!!! The flight seemed like it just took forever, starting from when we had to board buses to a remote part of the airport to get onto the plane, and then after they packed us all in like sardines, they told us that we were missing two passengers although they had their bags, and they were going through the luggage or waiting for the passengers, and we would leave when they located one or the other. Then they closed us up, and then told us that we would be sitting there at the gate for an hour because of airport-wide weather delays.
Then the flight was a little rough, but mostly the plane was so hot, and there was no air, and the flight attendants were grumpy, and people were sick and they kept coughing and sneezing, and then a little girl got a nosebleed, and they had some guy asleep behind curtains in the back row, and the French family in front of us wouldn't stay in their seats. The flight was at least an hour longer coming home. At the very end, we hit some storms and the flight attendants ran around acting like the plane was going to crash. Since flight attendants are generally my barometer for assessing if all is well, I had a rough last hour on that flight!
Oh, and the TVs were awful too. They were old and you had a choice of channels but they all restarted at the same time, so we had to wait until the longest of the movies ended before we could watch the beginning of any of the others.
But once we finally landed, and passed a puking lady, and collected our bags, we sailed through passport control and customs, caught the van to the car park, and then dropped the kids at home before heading out to get Molly. This morning we got Wilbur, who, although he seems thrilled to be home, didn't seem to be very thrilled to see us when we first arrived at the kennel. Rather than greet us, he instead ran off with one of his new dog friends at first! Now he is doing his usual little bad puppy stuff. Oh, and his 'neighbor' in the kennel was our friend's boxer.
So, Paris was a beautiful city, but it was hot and crowded and our visit was the most whirlwind tour I have ever been on. We had to follow this hyper little man around, he would lead us all by holding up his clipboard and walking rapidly ahead of the pack. We got on the train at 6:55, got off and went on a half hour bus tour of the main sights in Paris (Arch de Triomphe, Champs de Elysees, Eiffel Tower, and the Opera House, mainly. We did see the Ritz where Diana had her last meal, and later, the tunnel in which she died. After a couple of hours at the Eiffel Tower, we were whisked onto a river cruise, which is when Brian really started to feel sick. From the river, we were loaded back onto the bus, it was now 3pm, and taken to the Louvre. We had an hour and a half there, then we were off to the Opera House streets where we were supposed to shop, but Brian cried misery and we just all sort of wished to get back on the train for home. By the time we got to London, Brian was fine and hungry. We had something to eat back at the hotel, the tour allowed very little time for eating. Then we fell into bed around 11, ready to wake up for our last day in London, yesterday.
Anyway, in other news, I am still somewhat sweating the whole MRI thing. If I can put it off, I may just do that. I have given myself till Tuesday to decide. If there is a problem, we will have to see more doctors again, and I am in no mood for that. With school starting, there really isn't even time. I don't think that this is anything that would have an immediate urgent need of attention anyway, so I would almost rather not even know what it is, if anything. Of course there is always the chance it's nothing, and wouldn't that be nice to know? :-/
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