Departure
Mother woke me up at 06-45am on our departure day - the plane wasn't til 3pm but she was flapping as I had expressed my concern about finding my way aroung Rome airport. Anyway, we got the train to the airport and arrived 4 hours before check in - bored is not the word. I had some magazines with me but my eyes were too tired to read them.

When departing the plane in Brussels for change-over i fell over and injured myself - my hand was very very painful - I thought it was broken, and I still have a bruise on my knee. Still, at least not many people saw. I went to look round some shops leaving my mother in a bar having a fag - on my return she had pulled this fella from Helsinki :-) she must've asked him for a light and he thought his luck was in heh heh.
On arrival in Manchester the plane couldn't land coz of snow and they had to clear the runway - I didn't like circling round but I had to stay calm for mothers' sake.
The drive back to my house by means of my dad was scary - he can't drive at the best of times - let alone in terrible conditions when he doesn't know where he is going!
I got home and I was spaced out and knackered - my fella had got me a new pillow and a new bedspread while I was away as I had been moaning about a stiff pilow I had recently bought - it was good to get into bed.