Making our way home

Our last couple of days were spent getting to LA, and then hanging around the hotel because it was 100 degrees outside.

I was proud of myself negotiating the 5 lane freeways, and managing to get to our hotel without a GPS or map.  We didn't really see LA, feeling a bit tired from travel & not really wanting to negotiate the traffic.  We went out for a nice meal, we walked there from the hotel which was fine.  There were even other pedestrians around, as well as a homeless man with his possessions in a shopping trolley that he propelled via a scooter or skateboard device, so he whizzed up and down the pavement.  Ingenious.  The restaurant was Italian, and had football on the big screen, so we were well on the way to feeling nearly home.

After a 10 hour flight back with BA (not as good as Qantas, ie mean with the food & drink) we negotiated our way back to Norfolk.  It was lovely to see my parents again, and then to finally get home, especially as it was a hotter day than we'd experienced properly for weeks!  The garden is overgrown but not uncontrollably so, and we're settling down for a day of pottering, after 8 weeks of indulgence.  I can certainly recommend a long holiday for getting away from every day stuff, and from the awful government we've got now.  But back to reality, and catching up with friends, hooray!