MY 24 HOURS

Gosh, Bloggets. What an 18 hour experience?

My first news is, yesterday I found out that my Son has received his English results. One of the exams that was not given. Long story. Anyway, He was awarded it yesterday and I am delighted with the result. He kind of deserves it, as he is an amazing writer. Now I joke about what he writes sometimes, but when he knows he has to do something eg, a story for a lesson, he writes like a thirty year old Professor. He did not do any study what so ever for his English this really annoyed me, but, having said that, the subjects he had to debate on in school, he received A stars for all of the times. This is great news for him, I am proud of him. Let’s hope he continues proving he is as intelligent as I believe he is.

Then, my Husband came home. It was great to see him, though for a short while. He had so much to tell me about his amazing week with Google. They truly are an amazing company. He was at Mountain View, where facebook and other internet organisations are situated in the US. The things he has told me even I am excited about and though I sometimes joke about Techno Fi, those who know me well know that that cannot be even close to a true description of myself.

He was exhausted and through a sleepy voice of twenty hours of travel, he spoke about Google glass and the Google driverless car. Wow, I’m bursting to tell but sworn to secrecy. For now anyway.

He brought a lovely gift for our Lewis at the restaurant and a beautiful book for teen to write in. It’s got Google written on the front and it is a leather note book, which is quite a good size and you can if desire, pull out the pages. Hub thought it would be rather cool as teen is studying I.T at college.

We had a lovely tea; I made quiche, baked potatoes with cheese and salad. The three of us sat around the table like the family I dream about.

A happy table.

Then we caught up with some Telly and then at nine o clock, time to empty case and repack.

Five this morning the alarm went off for his next journey to Portugal.

One bit of real drama.

Hub realised he has lost his European bank card.

Nightmare. So at ten past five this morning trying not to wake teen, the two of us are searching his steps. No card.

Hub left in a right panic as you know, in the US, oftern you don’t have to add a pin number like you do in our country to use a bank card.

Anyway, he caught the 6 a.m. train and went to London. He waited for assistance in London, nothing. He had to make his way on his own, stressing and hungry. He had no time for breakfast though I did make it for him. Looking for the card, removed both of our appetites. There again, was no trolley on the train for refreshments and then getting to his next destination, was not easy and after the stage two, the tube, again, no assistance. He had to go and try to find someone and at last found where a member of staff was. London is not the north of England, not quite as helpful.

Once he arrived at the airport, all was fine, though he had two hours before flying; he sat in a seat and stayed put. This is the stress and trouble with travelling alone when you can’t see. We can’t just get up and go for a coffee. Normally he fly’s with British Airways, but, the past two flights he has done; he hasn’t, to save the company money.

He has no choice on this matter; he has to fly the best price. This to me is a bit mean, as I said, it’s not like he can see and get up and walk to a café? When he travels with BA, he goes to the lounge and there are food and drinks there.

So now he should be landing in Portugal and he will have an hour, then in a meeting for three hours. All day meetings tomorrow then on Sunday, home.

Well, I shall tell you about my joiner later. I have a few blogs to write on various subjects today, so until then, with love take care.