Or earlier. Or at some point.
We got to the hotel. It was a leetle cramped, but fine. Our taxi arrived in plenty of time, we had fantastic assistance at Gatwick, the flight was a little delayed but fine, and the wheelchairs survived the flight.
We had great help again at Orlando, found our friends who seemed to be as pleased to see us as we were to see them, have a nice hotel and have just had a meal at Denny's.
And now it's either 9.30 or 2.30, depending whose clock we're following. But either way, the walls are swaying and it's bedtime. Least stressful flight ever and both girls have coped outstandingly! And I'll probably find something more interesting to say tomorrow, but for now, goodnight.