Now this update is more than well overdue and I can only apologise for that… even though I could probably count on one hand the number of people who actually read this thing – I’m sorry all the same!

So… last time this was updated I’d just jacked in my job because I wasn’t happy and I’m leaving it at that for now as I don’t see the point in explaining why I wasn’t happy cos it won’t achieve anything & it’s in the past…

So I left British Engines on lunchtime on Friday 11th June and proceeded to drive down to Oxford to stay with my friend Amelia and her hubby Mike!  Of course it was lovely to see them both and we had such fun catching up but the main purpose of me being down there was to pick up my Mum, Dad and Brother from Heathrow Airport after their long trek from NZ!

The plan was that they would arrive either on the Monday or the Tuesday so I went down on the Friday to spend some time with Amelia… we went to Bournemouth on the Saturday then got kinda drunk on the night time (thinking I’d have Sunday to laze about in a hungover state before possibly picking them up on Monday/Tuesday) but all the plans went ass-up when at 10am Sunday morning I got a call from my brother to say they were at bloody Heathrow already!  I tell ya I’ve never jumped out of bed faster than I did then – or experienced a worse feeling of being totally hungover! I raced around packing up my stuff and hauled ass to pick them up.  About an hour or so later I arrived at Heathrow and headed for the arrivals… coming out of the elevator I saw Mum, Dad and John sitting near the door watching for me so I crept up behind them and gave them the shock of their lives haha.  I hadn’t seen Dad since I left NZ in Feb 2009 so I really enjoyed my daddy-hug.

We piled in the car and so started the longest drive of my life… I tell ya – driving from Heathrow to Newcastle is a bitch of a drive when you’re hungover!

Anyways… we all arrived safe and sound up to Newcastle later that night and it was awesome to see my Dad re-united with his sister who he hasn’t seen for quite a few years.  The next day the rest of the family came around to see them and wee cousin Findlay was rapt to finally meet my Dad as over the last few months he kept pointing to a picture of Dad when he was younger and calling him Indiana Jones cos he kinda looked like him!  Dad got in on it and had brought an Indy hat over with him so it was so cute to see Findlay totally amazed to be looking up at Dad in his Indy hat hehe.  Priceless!

Dad and Marcia

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