Life in a Letter: Gold, Frankincense and NEEP

The House was ready, the Bolognaise was cooked and we were on the countdown, I collected My Beloved at 4pm and off we headed for the airport, the roads were heaving as usual and it was slow progress through the city. We arrived and logged on to the airport wifi to find that the flight was delayed, but it was only a small delay, having spoken with the Princes when they arrived in London they were delighted with British Airways and the treatment they had received, they were seated together, they were well and truly looked after, and they even had wifi whilst at T5, don't think we will ever use Air France again to transport them, they are BA babies from here on in.

The doors opened and crowds and crowds of people poured through into the airport, Pilgrims and tourists, families and friends from all over the world were arriving ahead of the Little Princes, having had a bit of a flight delay on a number of the flights it appeared the bags were being thrown off the planes in no particular order, we waited with our Welcome Balloons and we waited, yawn, yawn, eventually they came through, it was so good to see them, Kitty had a bit of a bubble but all was good their flight had been delayed due to some poor passenger keep leaping out of his chair to puke, and apparently it wasn't always in the toilet, and one of the other sympathetic passengers had suggested they just open the doors and throw him out into the sea. The Princes chatted and babbled about their journey, the food, the people and how they like British Airways far better than Air France, and soon we were in the car and heading home.

We arrived in Herzliya and the Princes were shown their rooms, and the house, and the pool, after supper which was gratefully received they headed for a dip, Rafael the guard thinks they are crazy, yes but they are Scottish remember! and 30 degree water is a bath compared to the North sea.