A sense of relief akin to that which Mafeking must have experienced all those years ago – on the 18th May 1900, to be precise - permeated my workspace earlier today when an orange Messenger conversation thingummy started flashing on my taskbar. Actually, that report of relief status is almost as much of an understatement as the entry in a soldier's diary at the Second Battle of El Alamein in 1942 when he wrote: "Got up. Had breakfast. Beat Rommel."
Matt had arrived in Houston and was not yet married to a 7-foot paedophile with three testicles. Yay!
I have seen and spoken to him via the wondrous wizardry of the world-wide wotsit – hey! the alliteration was not deliberate, just a lucky bonus! He is OK and, although in Houston, appears not to have a problem.
MMM and ScottJ – thank you for your help last night.
2 comments:
Thanks, Andy, it was a nerve-racking weekend, I have to say.
My daughter 18 flew to England on her own last year. Found out halfway there that her passport had expired!! Scarey times!!At least they let her in and she was able to get a new one in time for her homeward trip!!
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Jane
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