Come fly with me.

I made it home!  No kidding.  I was going to get back no matter what.  Snow?  I would hose the wings myself.

No bad weather.  No cold.  No headache was going to prevent me from getting on board VS005
seat 21k, (love the "k" seating) from LHR to the MIA.

I took full opportunity of my three suitcase advantage and just stuffed, threw or rolled assorted things around all the cases making them individually lighter!!!  Ooh & aah!

Bliss to be picked up on time by Daniel, with whom I immediately proceeded to get into an argument.  Yep, we , no HE missed the I95 exit and we were headed straight downtown Miami.
We were about to encounter hell trying to double back.  Not to mention the HOV lane which was bollarded off all the way until turnpike exit ...

After a couple of low blows hurled my way, to wit "There you go, Lili!" Daniel wld mercilessly, no fair, under the belt assault.  

But I didn't really care because I was on my way home!!!

Cue Pharell's "Happy"

"Pano" shot of view from my chair in Virgin lounge.

Many drinkers.  So wasted on me!  I am Ms Pots an Pots of Tea!

Ok.  It was tea time & head trip time.  Yes, clotted cream & Russell Brand simultaneously.

Wheels down. I is home!  USA!  USA!  

Best fucking place except perhaps gobs of money & Nekker Island!

Ah, the beauty of a Florida is never wasted on me!