Back in the UK in one piece, albeit a tired one

Where to begin.

The flight back to the UK was the most unpleasant one I've ever had. The flight itself was fine. Security was fine (although it seems that while you can bring liquids on the London-Ottawa flight, you can't do so on the Ottawa-London leg) and the flight itself was on time and turbulence free. What made it hell on earth was that there was the ubiquitous Screaming Child™ that was 2 seats to the right of me so I couldn't accidentally give her a good thumping. That kid is the poster child of bad parenting and why there should be muzzle and leash laws for children.

Imagine, if you would, a hyped up 5 year old that is running in the aisles and jumping on the seats. That's always a good start. Then imagine that she starts screaming her blond-tressed head off as soon as the airplane starts taxiing to take off and does not stop. For 5 hours straight. She finally fell asleep about an hour before landing and slept through it. Bitch.

I had earplugs and my ipod headphones crammed in my ears, and still I could hear her. Her parents were completely oblivious to it. Even the stewardesses were commenting (my favourite quote being I've never heard anybody scream for that long, normally they stop after a while).

Anyway, I made it to Heathrow without killing her, for which I am quite proud of myself. I breezed through immigration, got my bags and went to meet Katy and Mel. Fast forward a 2h drive to Leicester, lunch and a 2h drive to Cambridge and there you go. I was home and completely traveled out.

I've been spending the day catching up on my email and trying to get my website up again. I am seriously unimpressed with the tech support of my webhost. It started with having their whole server farm hacked, to then losing the backups and then finally creating two different accounts for me to use to recreate my website (I was given two distinct IPs and two sets of DNS servers to use). Joy. Anyway, the good news is that I seem to have everything back again, with only one or two LJ pictures lost to the ether. The moral of this story is to always make sure you have your own damn backup for your stuff, kiddies.