Liam is back from Londra safe and sound but knackered after a six hour delay at Istanbul. Atatürk Airport is up there with the most tedious and expensive airports on the planet; rip off duty free and eight Euros for a cup of insipid burnt coffee. I warmed the house with a roaring fire framed by IKEA candles, decanted the red and cooked a hearty supper. When Liam crossed the threshold I held him for an age. He’d only been away for a few short days, yet I couldn’t help myself. I am a forty something, worldly wise old cynic behaving like a silly school boy with an adolescent crush.
Perking the Pansies 
Awwwwww 🙂
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Glad he’s back safe Jack! and I think it is actually a world fact that Turkish airports are the MOST EXPENSIVE in the world! No one I know ever buys anything there….oh and Turkish Airlines used to be so reliable for connections and are now known for overnight delays; where they stick you in a hotel with no food or drink and you have to foot the bill for the mini bar….last quite was 5TL for one of those small plastic aircraft style waters!
I’m sure the glass of red and dinner were really appreciated!
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What a lovely post.
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Something tells me you missed Liam. That gets you lots of points. And what do points mean?
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Jack – I was quite touched: the next time we meet in London, I also want a hug from you…
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THY do feed you, when i was stranded yet again a few weeks ago, we were put up in the Mariot and were fed and given a pack lunch breakfast.
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