Over and Out from Uncle Chip

On Monday we gave a Chris a lift to the airport and put off the inevitable to the tune of two cups of coffee.

Nicole shed a tear but Chris was very stoic as he purposefully made his way up the escalator after having to go through the metal detector three times.

I'm a bit sad to see him go really as on and off he's been a regular fixture over the past few months and I've met some nice people through him.

And Eloise of course has loved having him around.

She was looking at her inflatable Airbus A380 the other day, pointing at a window and calling "Chrissy!" to it. Isn't childish imagination wonderful.

So life goes crashing back to some kind of normality for the next three weeks or so until Dad and Shirley grace us with their presence.