Home at Last

I did my usual trick on the plane – I was asleep before we left the ground. When I woke up two hours later I looked up at the screen and paused to think: just what movie would feature a young man in old-fashioned clothes walking across a green field towards a hole in wall? Yes, it was Stardust, and I had slept through most of it.

Ah well, it looked quite fun. I’m kind of impressed that Michelle Pfeiffer signed up for a gig that involved her being made to look that ugly.

My flight was late in due to a mechanical problem that delayed take-off (much better than having your undercarriage collapse when you land, I think) and Kevin’s was early, so by the time I had got over to Terminal 1 he was on the ground. We stopped off at Chipotle on the way home to pick up dinner and the staff seemed impressed by how well we got on together. The girl guessed that we had been married for 30 years. I suppose it is good to know that we look happy together, but I’m not sure what it says about how old we look.