Still heading home...

It is now Sunday and I still have not reached home after leaving Islamabad Thursday morning. I have been detoured slightly. Spent Thursday night in London with a good friend, Elaine, who I haven't seen for over 4 years. It is quite amazing that after so long we just seemed to pick up our last conversation as if it was yeaterday. Shows that with good friends you are always comfortable. Had dinner and a few beers and caught up on what we have been doing and a pleasant evening flew by.

Friday was my anual visit to the dentist which resulted in a clean and polish, hooray. After I went to Sudbury in Suffolk to visit another old friend who's adventures you can read about on his blog, http://greyhound10.blogspot.com/ . Had a few beers with him at lunch time and then hit the town quite hard. Ended up in the local Weatherspoons pub drinking real ale until very late. Was served at one point by a real idiot. He tried to tell me that by law he had to serve all pints with at least 5% foam on top. This was the first time I had heard that one from an incompetent barperson who just could not manage to pour a pint properly. Asked for the manager who was all apologies and had the good barmaid, who had been serving us for the rest of the night, replace the lousy pints. When you think that you have heard all excuses for incompetence a new one pops up.

Saturday saw me head for Shrewsbury and my mother. This trip went via Swindon so I could go to the last game of the season and watch the mighty Lions get beat. Met up with another friend, Timmus, who is a Swindon supporter who had bought tickets for the part of the ground for the home supporters. This was not much of a problem to begin with as it allowed us entry to the bar where we managed to get some cider and food. Trouble was when Millwall scored first and I really had to sit on my hands and say nothing let alone jump up and cheer. Very frustrating but only happened once as we ended up getting beaten 2-1 after a poor ref ignored a blatant penalty for us and pulled play back for a previous foul after he had played the advantage. Surely the advantage would have been a penalty rather than a free kick outside the box.

Sunday was a day chilling out at my mum's place. Spent the day chatting and learning things that I never knew about my family, like the fact that I have an older cousin who was put up for adoption back in the early fifties. Seems that everybody else in the family knew about this but me, always the last to know what is going on. England looks lovely in the springtime as evedinced by my mum's garden.

Mum's garden in spring.