In the last couple weeks before our trip, we have shared in the sadness and tragedy that our dear friends the Suttons have endured, and still are enduring. That has made leaving, and leaving them, a bit hard. Michelle, there are direct flights every day! Just in case you need to get away from it all.
We were so panicked this weekend to make our final arrangements for the house, the cars, the pets, and our jobs that we completely forgot we had Giants tickets today! Anybody know how they did?
But we are ready to go. The kids and I leave for London and Arthur for Dallas for the week. He then joins us on the weekend. Our home-exchange partners, Philip and Ann, are picking us up at Heathrow and will show us around the flat. They will stay with family and leave the next morning for the U.S.
We are all excited and a bit overwhelmed by the last-minute rush. I am actually looking forward to a long flight. I might not mind sitting on my ass for 11 or 12 hours (how the hell long is it, anyway?).
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