I did recall, in great detail, the year we spent Christmas night on a British Airways flight from
We arrived at Heathrow around 0700 and were completely through customs and baggage claim in about an hour. The Captain, although he was either a Buck Sergeant or a Staff Sergeant stationed at RAF Lakenheath at the time, met us at Arrivals. We loaded up the luggage and piled into his ratty old British Ford Cortina with the broken heater and leaky floor and did the patented B&P nickel tour of
Sidebar: I use the term “B&P nickel tour” in a very personal sense. TSMP and I lived in
So. After the tour we grabbed lunch and went to the hotel for a little nap before our evening out. And thus began the ten-day England Christmas Tour of 1990-something. I don’t remember the exact year, actually. But I sure remember that trip…one of my BEST Christmases (and New Year’s), ever.
The Best Thing about our arrival in
So… a visit from The Ghost of Christmas Past. Which ain’t all bad, Gentle Reader.