Well half of us are back in the UK. I'm back on my own computer, separated from Maggie by all those miles (big sigh).

The flights back were pretty uneventful, marked only by a constant lack of information. The second film on the Bangkok/Amman leg was Master and Commander - Far Side of the World, a film I'd missed in England, despite being an avid Patrick O'Brien reader. Not bad, but I much prefer the books. They concentrated on thrilling seafight stuff (which was done very well) to make it pretty much a blokes' film but it would be hard to get into a film all that the book contains. I even stopped being pedantic after a while.

And then herded like sheep at Amman, Jordan onto a bus for an overnight stay at the Alia Hotel (dinner provided, but strangely towels only available on request) and called in the morning more herding and onward delivery to Heathrow. There was mild excitement at Queen Alia Airport with a power failure to the security x-ray.

Then another opportunity to watch Master and Commander - Far Side of the World - this time in French! And home to rain and loud borish people.

Well I'm looking forward to some music and to boring you all with photographs. And before you ask I didn't bring any of you back any rock.

Les