Thursday November 25, 1982

 A day of waiting at Arrecife airport. In the morning (we were up at 9) we had bacon sandwiches with John & Sheila. John is such a typical English eater, even after five years of exile. Sheila drove us to Puerto De Carmen and left us for a couple of hours. We bought perfume and a couple of tablecloths at £10 each. I don't think wer were robbed. Sat in a German bar drinking Campari sodas mocking a bloated character with an enormous, sickly ice cream. 

Sheila & John.

At Macher we said goodbye to the dogs and went with John to the airport. We sat at a dining table for three hours playing with an omelette and gin and tonics. It's fascinating to watch John 'wheeling and dealing'. Sheila ordered chicken for lunch, but got rabbit.

Our flight was an hour late at 4:30. John stood watching as we flew away. A long flight. Read Ken Follett, but not seriously. Landed at Gatwick and then flew at 9:15 to Manchester, arriving about 20 minutes later. Just had time for a coffee and biscuits. Met by Mum & Dad. They'd been falling out about something. Mum was not herself. They are leaving Pine Tops on December 8, and will be homeless until January. 

Home for 11.

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