Daily December Diary

Day eight ;Farewell to sunny Malta, aboard the bus to the airport and our flight home. On disembarking from the plane we came to a halt as a man at the front announced that the doors were locked . As a queue built up a stewardess appeared and easily pulled the doors open to the amusement of us all except perhaps the man at the front!
   My daughter had been intending to attend her French class but opted for a rest and cups of tea before we drove her home. An invite to the Zumba Christmas lunch awaited me at home.