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Friday, April 06, 2018

Farewell

It is that day. We dread it every time. Cousteau-Cub was going back to Thailand and we would have to say goodbye again.

The day started brightly and it was a fairly relaxed morning as Cousteau-Cub packed and got her stuff together in preparation. Ellie toddled round trying to help - usually by removing things that had just been packed. There was a mid-morning trip round to Sainsbury's but then everything was ready and we set off for the airport.

The journey was pretty trouble-free until we got to the M25 (can the Gorse Fox hear you gasp in surprise?). That tuned out to be immensely slow as we edged our way round to Terminal 5.

At the airport we parked up and headed into the departure lounge. Ellie was intrigued by such a huge building and so many people wandering around. Cousteau-Cub completed her bag-drop and picked up her boarding pass... then we headed for a restaurant to grab something to eat and to feed Ellie.

She was so well behaved and, as usual, seemed to captivate all around her. Once she had finished her food she wanted to get up and walk around. We took it in turned to walk with her as we waited for and eventually ate our lunch.

By the time we had finished it was time for Cousteau-Cub to go through to the gate. Indeed by the time we had cleared away and were walking back to the car, she phoned to say she was in the queue to board.

That's it now until her next trip - but hopefully that won't be too long.

The journey home was dreadful and took nearly two and a half hours. Despite that, Ellie remained amusing and chirpy in the car for most of the journey - finally falling asleep as we got into Sussex. We took her straight home to Urban-Cub and Pistol Pete, then headed home for a quiet evening.

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