Start of autumn

Today seems to be a pretty miserable end to a fantastic weekend - it's not yet even the autumnal equinox, but weather sure gives a good autumn impression.

I'm sure that when you only see your friends few times a year the moments you have together seem that much more special - but having Henri here over the weekend was exceptionally nice. It's not about doing something special - it was about spending time together, sharing moments, joking and just being with likeminded people.

Anyway, last night we took Henri to the tiny Southampton airport to catch a flight to Glasgow - we were on the airport with plenty of time, and kept Henri company before it was time for him to board his plane. Only we found out about ten minutes later when we were already half-way down the motorway that his fligh - like all the other departing flights that evening - had been delayed for two hours. Too bad they didn't bother telling him that when he checked in...

And then I slept really badly because I kept waking up wondering if Henri had managed to get to Glasgow all right - until Dragon checked his mobile and found Henri's text message saying that he had arrived to the hotel just before one. That must have been really sucky - our experiences of being stuck on an airport when really really tired and cold and uncomfortable are still very fresh in my mind.