Still the right way up

 Those dreaded words, "Would you like to see our holiday photos?"

Now, you have the option. I might write some text too. That is even optionaler. 

Now sat in Manchester Airport. It seems that, even in our sixties, the airport still gives us a thrill...


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  1. Dunc and Pam10 September 2024 at 01:09

    I hope the pics improve! Although that is a bonzer bin 😀 Have a good flight.

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  2. Jennie Williams10 September 2024 at 08:51

    I hope you have spent the last few months working out how to reply to us faithful blog readers ;)

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