Flying Home for Christmas...

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On the Seventeenth Day of Christmas...

I flew home to London for a wonderful family Christmas.

Christmas means different things to everyone: Some people like to go abroad, some people love to spend the festivities with their friends, some prefer to ignore the holidays and some don't even like Christmas.

For me, Christmas is all about family and nothing in the world would stop me from spending the holidays with them at my home. I am really big on tradition and hate change with a passion. For me Christmas is all about my family including our two dogs in our lovely warm English home eating lashings of turkey, yule log, smoked salmon, canapés and all the trimmings and watching a selection of the fantastic English Christmas TV!

SO. Today I flew home to London.

The flight was only an hour and a half but with all the buses and trains I had to get (because Stansted Airport is in the middle of nowhere) it took me hours and hours. When I eventually made it home I was so exhausted that I slept for fifteen hours!! (But not before I had some Champagne and home made cake with my family in celebration of my return!)

My family is very close and I know that this is a gift that not everyone is as fortunate to share but if today has taught me anything, it's the importance of family - no matter how many people pass in and out of your life, they're the one's that will always be a part of you and the ones that will always be there, that and don't fly Ryanair if you want to get anywhere in a hurry...

So if I can give you any words of wisdom today it would be to appreciate your family and what you have because there will be someone around the corner who wishes they could have what you have.

♥