I’m writing this on our flight from heathrow to lyon. To anyone who cares we’re on an A320 british airways plane.

Mike’s had coffee, I’ve had wine

The pilot has just announced a bumpy descent into lyon, but it’s a nice day there and 25 degrees.

I think that’s it for now. Here’s a poem I wrote while we were waiting for our flight.

Sitting at the airport, sipping on a Stella

Waiting for a flight with my handsome fella

We’re off to France to walk 800 k’s

Seems a good way to spend our lazy days.

It’s getting bumpy now and I spilled wine all over myself so bye for now.