With the BBC spreading the word of impending doom from the hurricane that was going to tear through the UK like the storms of '87, I left the Old Man Of Benidorm and 30 degrees of heat behind last night, and flew back to the UK.
We were met by torrential rain and first of all there were no buses take us from the stand, then 30mins later we had 4 buses but no steps.. only BA can mess it up that badly (apparently it was due to the weather!) l After an hour I finally got off the plane and came home to be met by my 3 boys.
The storm did tear through at 3am and was still going strong at 8am. Fortunately it didn't cause any damage to the newly laid first few rows of bricks, so it is all good to go tomorrow when Lee and Will come back for more tea and biscuits!