In which FHC is definitely on his way back

Back at Heathrow, I have an excruciating headache and feel like vomiting because I only slept a few hours and it took me about two hours to get from Islington to the airport. Additionally the lounge hostess is screaming about flights going to Geneva, Chicago and Houston (which must be the three most boring destinations one can imagine) and I know that BA does not give you aspirin unless you sign and file thousands of release forms with a lawyer at your side. The game was charming as the French crushed the Spaniards. I sipped two Guinnesses in the pub to look manlier which of course did not agree with my sorry digestive system. I am just so f***ing fragile and must be the only passenger in the Concorde Lounge who is drooling on his shirt – but then I am also the only one who practices sodomy on a regular basis. My short stopover in London was overall a great success, albeit tiring, and my main conclusion is that British boys are much cuter than they are known to be and that pounds are little immaterial things.

I noticed that back home the situation is getting tense over a very unclear pee situation and our cleaning lady strike. Thank god I am returning just in time to put some order in this mess and appease Kevin D. with some gin. I have been away for now about three weeks and am astonished that the kids managed to cohabitate peacefully for so long moreover while Israeli are rolling into Gaza.

I wish you all the best and am glad to be on my way home.

Comments

[LL]

It's not just "peacefully," FHC.

[kevin d.]

does this mean i'll have to resume sleeping in my own bed? alone???