Deb: Dad? I'm doing a load of darks, do you have any?
Dad: Ya, just a towel!
Deb: A towel! I should bring a towel.
Dad: Why? They'll have towels!
Deb: One must always have a towel when one is hitchhiking across the galaxy...didn't you know? It's the one essential -
Dad: But you're not hitchhiking across the galaxy...(pause)...okay, I'll give you my tiny one.
My dad and I will be landing at Heathrow in about 30 hours from now, and will promptly fling ourselves into the arms of my uncle and cousin who will be waiting for us there...four years older than the last time I saw them. I've been wanting this trip for a long time since all the changes, I found England a haven four years ago, which was something I didn't expect, and I guess I need that now more than ever. We both do. I'll be back in two weeks. In the meantime...

SNAKES ON MY MOTHAFUCKIN' PASSPORT!
*ahem, coughs...shifty eyes..*...it's going to be an interesting flight.*
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