I woke early, the last thing I wanted to do on my last day of holiday, so I decided to get my packing done. With this done I had an hour to sit and relax as I waited for the family to return from Manhattan. At 12:30 we walked to Skillman Avenue and went to the Dog & Duck Gastropub for lunch. The sun was out, the pub had its doors open and it was very pleasent to sit and have a lazy lunch.

I took the family into Flynns Garden Inn so they could see it for themselves. They stayed for a drink with Tony, before going back to pack there things up. My mother felt the place reminded her of the Brandling. I stayed in Flynns for a few drinks until the last possible second. Our taxi arrived at 17:00 so I bid farewell to my drinking compatriats & headed to the airport.

Too my annoyance the Armarni store at JFK Terminal 7 has been replaced by Michael Kors. Going to have to stop going to New York now! We had enough time to go for dinner in the terminal in nice restaurant that helps you forget your in an airport terminal. The meal was good and we were all begining to get tired and looking forward to getting on the plane. When I nipped out of the restaurant however the departures board showed us as delayed for an hour. This unexpected delay dragged on for almost two hours with the seven other flights going to heathrow all going on time. When we enquired as to the nature of the delay, we were told there was a problem with the plane. Great! We finally were allowed to board, only to be dealyed for another our as the chief engineer had spotted a fault with one of the doors on the aircraft. Once this was repaired we were underway, knowing we would miss our connection in Heathrow and that we were on a newly fixed plane. I usually can't sleep on planes & this proved to be the case again. It did allow me to watch three movies.

Once at Heathrow we were issued with our new boarding passes for our 13:40 flight home. We grabbed food in what used to be the wetherspoons. During this meal we watched as our flight was again delayed for 30mins. By this point I was asleep on my feat. I could have easily just lay down on the floor and called it a night. Somehow I managed to get on the plane where I passed out for 30mins as soon as I sat down. This power nap seem to reenergise me. When we disemabrked I discovered my bag was still in Heathrow and would be returned at a later time.

Despite only having 30mins sleep in 30hours, I still ventured to Bar Berlise to catch up with a few people, on what was now Thursday evening.