Yep, our flight was cancelled. My wife and I managed to get the last two seats on a flight to Lisbon. On arrival, we lugged our cases on a tube train to get to a mainline station and then a 3-hour journey to the Algarve. We left home at 7 a.m. and got to our villa at 9 p.m. where we were greeted by our son and his girlfriend who had happily travelled over on a different, trouble-free flight.
From then on, we had a great time. Well, until Sunday when a pot of boiling coffee landed all over my left thigh. "Drat", I said. Thanks to the first aid kit at the villa, I got through the last couple of days just fine before our, thankfully, uneventful trip back home. (I was praying the airport security scanner wouldn't go off---if I'd had my thighs patted down, I'd have punched the guy). So I'm safely home. I had my second appointment with the doctor today and have three more appointments next week to change dressings etc.
Don't you feel so refreshed after a holday?
