The next leg

When my mother heard my travel plans, she remarked, “you’re going to be grumpy!”

Ah, Mum. She knows me so well.

I am now in London until tomorrow morning, when I leave for Chicago to celebrate my grandfather’s 90th birthday/see most possible permutations of the Edelfam/catch up with old dear friend Ross.  Although I am currently grumpy, I have high hopes I’ll get over it in the company of all of these nice people. Even though I have to fly economy class - hey, eight hours seems like a doddle.