Back… Tired.. But excited in the main.
The flight to Luton was delayed both ways (Note to self avoid Luton/ EasyJet like a plague unless it is absolutely necessary) - the small positive being that I saved a shed load of money over what I would have paid had I gone for the full BA shebang through Heathrow. What Luton did though was put pressure on my return trip, I had to catch the First Capital Connect from Victoria to Luton as early as 3pm to make my flight which meant I ended up having to cut short what turned out to be a surprisingly decent weekend away.
Uncle C and I got along well enough. We did have the odd, awkward chat but a promise to visit London more regularly in future resolved that and meant we ended things on as amicable as basis as two gentlemen from different generations, and with different opinions on how finding Mrs S should proceed, could be.
I met up briefly with Mrs H - got fed to my ears with a motley of hot soups and pounded yam - and met TOj for a coffee. She looked just as well as I remember, slightly leaner and taller - it might have been heel assisted. All in all we did have a good, general hour of easy conversation on a wide range of subjects. Definitely potential here, if we can move past our shared history or inaction that is.