What is "de-planing?" I'm used to disembarking. It's probably another made-up word for fat Americans who can't deal with more than two syll-a-bles. (Like "fries" and "burger.")

So I got the bus from Heathrow to Reading and then went and bought a train ticket from Reading to Newbury, only to be told it was another rail replacement bus service due to engineering works. Ah well. It was an emergency use of public transport - I'll make sure I don't have to deal with it again. Jon picked me up from the station and dropped me home, which was kind of him as I was dead on my feet.

Couldn't watch any telly during the day because Dad had my ONdigital SIM, although I could watch the freebies.

I booked the flights to Sydney which came to £614 all in. Jon and I are off in about six weeks' time for a fortnight. Doing it in two legs (Jon after 25 hours without a cigarette? No thanks) via Japan with a night in Japan on the way back. Whee!

Slept a little in the afternoon until Dad came up to return Mildred. Drove with him to Birdlip to meet with Mum (in their car) for dinner.