Nothing so sleazy as you might be thinking. Actually, my Dad from the airport on a delayed flight from Amsterdam. Delayed initially by several lockdowns, then by Omicron, and then by one of Schipol’s baggage lifts malfunctioning.
Each of the delays thankfully being somewhat less severe than its predecessor.
But it was a really late night last night and then something of a “normal” school morning this morning, albeit with additional grandparentery. So tonight will simply feature a low key braai (it would be nice if the southeaster would relent for the evening while we’re at it, please) and – I’m imagining – an early bedtime for us all, meaning that tomorrow and the forthcoming days can be enjoyed without this deathly, sleep-deprived hangover feeling.
And then we can get on with enjoying some quality time
drinking wine doing the things that we enjoy and creating lasting memories.
And drinking wine.