I’m afraid it’s Terminal…

So cetaceans. Better check the spelling on that one as I don’t often have reason to type it. “What’s that you say Flipper? We’re talking dolphins here?” Well there you have it right from the blue-grey fellas mouth. Went out on a (medium) speed boat on the Intercoastal Waterway on Saturday and verily, an hour or so into the trip (gently pottering up the river slowing down every now and then so as not to maim the Manatee’s, “oooh me Manatees are giving me gip”) out of the water a hundred feet or so behind the good ship Speedy, jumped a dolphin shaped object in that particular, “I’m really having a lot of fun” way that they seem to have. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I vaguely remember that their closest land relative is the cow. Something about their shared land ancestor deciding to return to the sea. Or did I dream that?

Anyway, check out the little video thingy here of me swearing and being impressed in a very embarrassing way when Flipper decided to suddenly turn up next to the boat five minutes later… Warning: Contains grownup language and hippy-like exclamations.

Then Monday back to Ann Arbor via a far less bumpy plane ride than the one to Florida and a couple of nice days chilling out after all this hard work then Wednesday, horror of horrors, the return journey begins. How the hell did 3 months go by so bleedin’ quick?

Flight from Detroit to Newark and then a taxi to a most depressing motel room near the airport featuring a pizza and a bit of TV before setting my alarm clock for 4:30 am ready to catch BA flight 106 (errr scary sounding one…) to London Heathrow. Excellently, although I was in economy, the flight was far less than full and so I had the dream ticket of a row of 3 seats to myself all the way home. Stretch out and relax in front of The Office Christmas special from last year (yup, cried like a big girl at the end, innit sweet?) and then watched a DVD of David Bowie’s last tour (pre heart op) on me laptop. I love my laptop like Father Jack loves his brick. Top live show anyway just as I remembered from Wembley.

At Heathrow I wished my phone still worked as I waited to get picked up by my lovely sister who had just moved into her first house that she owns. In my tired confusion I managed to tell her the wrong terminal number to pick me up from. STILL not getting any cleverer.

Friday was a day of tiredness jetlag style with added grumpiness for no apparent reason. Did manage to get the new Douglas Coupland book though and it’s signed which is kinda groovy. Did I mention that I love Douglas Coupland?

Saturday was a day of catching up with friends in a proper English style pub, followed by a short stint at a party and then back to a mates for a bit for a natter before falling like a dolphin from a particularly large leap into me big comfy bed and giving it ZZZZZZZzzzzzzz’s.

And now your up to date cos it’s Sunday morning and I’m sitting in me mum’s front room listening to an old Flesh 4 Lulu album and drinking a cup of tea.

So where next? France, that’s where. Off there for 2 weeks on Wednesday to catch up with my favourite person that I’ve ever spent a month in Manhattan with and then down to Toulon to say “‘ello” to some old friends and to see whether I can speak French still.

Berlimey it’s odd to be back in Eng-ger-land.

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