Guernsey – just
As Victor Meldrew would say, i just don’t believe it, you often hear of the M25 being described as a car park, well now I know what they mean, rushing back from Suffolk, hit the jams and what a nightmare, the end result being my early morning flight to Guernsey was ready long before I was, cue mad woman trying to text my Friday appointment, which im never very good at, while at the same time checking my bag through security, when out falls my toiletry bag and vibrator, fair play to the security lady she just smiled, popped it back and then moaned that my toothpaste wasn’t in a clear bag, but what a start to the trip, even with my special red pass, I missed the flight and ended up spending most of the very warm day window shopping in Southampton after deciding it wasn’t worth heading back to the Isle of Wight.
Saturday thankfully was fairly uneventful, apart from the bedroom, which was good, I have done the tourist thing to the point of exhaustion now, so spent it mainly in the hotel spa, which made a nice change.
Sunday, I was hoping to slip over to Jersey and meet a friend for coffee, but ditzy me strikes again, after spending a week planning it, I realise I haven’t got his number, tried ringing a mutual friend back in the UK, but never managed to raise her, so onto plan B, do some shopping, except, it appears down here they are very traditional and Sunday closing was very much in operation, which surprised me, but still, so ended up visiting a food festival, which was ok, tried some new foods, and enjoyed many old favourites, before heading back to the hotel for the chance to burn it off 
Monday morning,
Im now sitting here waiting for my flight, and wondering why airports don’t have more to do, answers on a postcard please