Sunday 6th October.

Our last day here in the States.
A bit late getting on the road today, as it's our last day we had to re-pack bags/suitcases (both us and the Smelsers,) to minimise the number and individual weight of each one.
Dick was sitting in the rear door of the van, with it opened above him, when we came down with the last few bits and pieces.
The doors on this car can all be operated remotely from the key ring . . . and I had the 'other' key ring in my pocket . . .

Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do; 'cos if a man doesn't do what a man's gotta do, then what a man's gotta do doesn't get done . . .

So I pressed the button on the key ring to shut the rear door.

Well golly gosh!

Dick might not be so young anymore, but he leapt like a wasp had crawled up the leg of his trousers and introduced itself.
Haven't laughed so hard since Ma jammed her tits in the mangle.

But anyway: the rest of the day ('til around 3:00 pm,) we gave the girls full reign to go shopping for girly things
I'm so kind and thoughtful and tolerant sometimes that I surprise even myself. But I did alright too: I've got a telephone box at home, and for some time I've been looking for a Superman suit to hang inside it, I mean; that's where I've traditionally changed!
And today I found one.
All good.
Sometimes it's cool to go into clothes' shops.

But all good things must end; so around 3:00 o'clock we all piled into the car, headed for the rental return, shuttle, and LAX.
Dick and Susie got off before we did, the shuttle won't wait, so farewells were brief.
But we'll be back.
Hell yeah!

A bloody gorgeous time meeting some bloody gorgeous people.

Thank-you.
Thank-you all very much.

jb and She Who Must Be Obeyed.