Honey he's home

Mr Smith, intrepid globe trotter, has returned from America via Ireland, Scotland, Carlisle then London. He was travelling with very well experienced fellow travellers with Blackberries (communication devices not squashed fruit) who plotted routes and found trains, planes and automobiles to transport them home; he looked after the luggage.

One good thing about Mr Smith hanging around airports meant that he went shopping and bought me lovely pressies. He also came back laden with golf souvenirs - including a fold up chair. I can't believe this man solemnly dragged a chair up the east side of America, across New York, from one airport to another, then across Ireland from Dublin to Belfast then up to Scotland, across to the borders and finally across London. The Apprentice is sitting on it in the garden.

Chair or no chair, I think my husband is the last man to cross the Atlantic for quite some time. Mind you, he did have to pay but luckily not a ridiculous amount. The taxis around ireland were the costliest and most extravagent bit as I am sure there was a very good train from Dublin to Belfast. I like it when Mr Smith is extravagant, it helps me plead my case.