Delay

I am currently sat in the departure lounge of an airport waiting for my second plane journey of the day. The plane has been delayed by four hours, which after 3 hours sleep is totally brutal - last night out and all that!. Why is the plane delayed you may ask ? The obligatory ash cloud nightmare or even a staff strike maybe, but no, we have been politely informed that the pilot is ill !
I have already been at the airport seven hours having arrived early from Belfast this morning but the day has gone pretty quickly, as incredibly, our old next door neighbours from Northampton, Helen and Ian, are on the same flight. We have had a good catch up ( in other words a major gossip session) and the time has flown - no pun intended. Cams old mate Harry is turning into a surf dude ( just needs the board now) and the girls Sophie and Emily are now officially running things - poor mum and Dad ( boys eh!).
Next stop Turkey!

P.S Need I say more about last night, made even worse by the fact that I was sat next to an Aussie, three 'yanks', two Canadians, three Irishman, and a Scot, with a Brazilian thrown in for good measure.

"Final call for Chris Hargreaves" ..........gotta go!

CH