Days 230 - 234

Gatwick is cold when we land. Goth Girl insists that I unpack a fleece so that she can wear it inside the terminal (one of the benefits of the dash through Atlanta airport was that our bags were first off the plane, having presumably been last on). There is ice on the car, even though it is almost 9.30am.

The next few days have passed in a blur of unpacking, washing and trying to get things straightend out. We've found another printer for the wedding invitations and have provisionally booked some coaches. We've even chosen the hymns and readings, as we have to face the vicar again on Thursday.

I think I need another holiday, though.

(On the other hand, at least we now have a sofa)