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The delay at the airport was a pain, but it gave me the opportunity to people watch. People should be vetted before they are allowed to have children. It is no wonder why most of the youth of today are such a mess, so rude, ill mannered, selfish, ignorant.

Opposite us at the gate there was a family I nicknamed 'Benidorm' as the father was a pig, the mum was a slob and the offspring were a nightmare. The mum kept feeding them junk food and then the dad shouted at them to sit still and behave - I guess they didn't consider that the junk food was having an impact on their mad behaviour within a confined space!! Then beside family Benidorm we had the family Spod. The dad had glasses looked geeky, possibly in finance, the mum looked prim and proper and quite honestly bored! They happily played Ludo with their children and after the game provided them with a book each for some quiet reading time. The children looked clueless, over protected and looked agonisingly on at the naughty children in the next seats, hoping one day they could be slightly out of control!

From these little snippets of the two families, you could almost map out their lives, how they lived, what their children would turn out like etc. I am not suggesting that either were right or wrong, but does make me realise that whilst I always blame the youth of today, I really should be blaming the parents that brought them into the world. I mean, how hard can it be to install manners, respect, basic rights and wrongs, a balance of work and play? Clearly it is almost impossible given my experience of children that I see on a regular basis. It convinces me more that I could do it and make a pretty good job of it. I am sure the reality of doing it is tougher, but if you are organised, practical and methodical with a job, surely raising a child requires all of those skills too, as after all it is a job!

I am back and have been for a few days, but only really caught up with time since flying home on Thursday. Time is an odd thing, totally messes you up in terms of sleeping and eating. Returning home always makes me smile, as the differences between the country you have been in compared to your home turf is always so apparent, even as you embark on the decent. The fields are all green and very tidy little shapes, the houses are also neatly marked out and the motorways are pretty! The smell of the air, inside the airport, the signs, the layout it is all so English. I always feel safer too, as when arriving in a foreign airport, I feel uneasy of the language, customs, rules etc...I am a scardy cat I guess!

Anyway, I arrive home in shorts to quite a pleasant day in London. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and people seemed in good spirits. The very next day I was greeted with drizzly rain, wind and a grey skies! I had to out the heating on too - what a joke! I also woke up today with a sore throat and a temperature, great! So annoying, I always get ill during or after a holiday, what is that all about - better off not stopping!