Yesterday’s picture of the day was taken in an airport – so was today’s. Luckily, it wasn’t the same airport, and what’s more, I’m not actually in the airport anymore.
The flight home I said I was waiting for turned out to be three hours late, which took it well into the night, so I stopped at the hotel in Manchester airport for what was left of the evening and set off home this morning.
I have to say though, as soon as I got through passport control and the double doors outside opened in front of me, the fresh night air hit my face and I saw everything was snowy and frosted over – I felt like a prisoner released.
I’m home now, well, close to home anyway – I’m staying with the grandparents in a house not far down the road. They’ve come up for Christmas and I’ve got to help look after them for the week. It’s tiring and slightly stressful, but I don’t begrudge anyone a happy Christmas so I’d rather they were here than spending it alone.
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