Home, home again: I like to be there when I can.

A non-existant prize to the first person who posts a comment saying where this title came from.

I flew home from Kenya last night. It has been a truly memorable two and a half weeks, but also very tiring. I kept thinking of all sorts of good things to blog about, but I didn’t have the energy to get online – sorry. Perhaps I’ll ressurect some of the ideas over the next couple of weeks.

The flight back was fine, apart from the passenger next to me overflowing into my seat and then resting his stockinged feet against my water bottle. Somehow I couldn’t face drinking from it after then and left it on the plane – shame, I rather liked the idea of turning up at the gymn with a Kenyan water bottle. I reckon it would have looked rather cool.