All Cried Out:

Ok, so technically the blogging began in Cyprus when Brown Horse left me alone and despondent as she foraged around for something remotely sustainable for the flight home. I sat bra less, stewing in a post wedding/ chlorine stench drafting an epic blog opener.
However my phone died so that's that...

I could do a massive ode to all the wonderful goodbyes I have experienced over the past month but I know you're all aware of the love and bored of my constant blubbering and impromptu speeches which have put Gwyneth and Kate's oscars (so I've heard) to shame and actually, when it came to the crunch day only a single tear was shed....

Ok I'm lying (standard); papa bear had to prise me off him with the words 'you don't cry- this is what you wanted' of course he's right (ish)
Anyone that's met me recently will struggle to believe this but I did have a good 23/24 years of cold hearted non crying existence... I miss those days.

The sobbing continued as I drove down to Heathrow with a spotify shuffle encouraging the woes. It wasn't until outside of Nottingham with some choice selections to channel my inner Hayley Williams and tears for fears (rule the world anyone) that I stopped the distress and manned the f*** up- probably got a few more speeding tickets too ;)

So me and Big Viv arrived, I handed her over (saddest goodbye) and now I'm sat in Heathrow ( 15 hours after my last airport departure) deciding how best to entertain myself.

I'm not sad, I'm not happy, not particularly excited, just very sleepy.

Big D I'm sorry I've broken rule 1, currently talking to strangers, let's call him 'Pete' he's gone to get me a beer, he's wearing a Christmas jumper and tshirt- a little eager maybe?

Next stop Guangzhou to meet the wider family.

Loves S

Xxxxx