The early morning Airport run

3.30am friends, somehow I managed to pull my self out of bed get dressed and come round to some kind of awakened consciousness. My 20 year old son meanwhile who will be boarding a plane to Salou in about 2 hours has been up showered and hyper with the anticipation of hisĀ  holiday ahead. Stepping out to the car, the still darkened town was still and quiet at least until I started the engine of my diesel Volvo V70, just one pick up on the way and that was to pick up my Sons Girlfriend 4 miles away.

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