Returning

Now safely back at the Mansion with the girls delivered into the arms of their Ayah and Ibu. Noi slept through most of the flight, the long leg from Heathrow that is, but Fifi and Fafa did not enjoy the turbulence so the sick bag made an appearance at the end. I finished Neil Roberts's book on Hughes, made a reasonable start on The Black Book and managed to watch yet another movie, making 2009 something of a miracle year for me in terms of watching films right through to the end without falling asleep.

In this case the movie in question was Star Trek, the most recent edition to the canon with Kirk, Spock et al as youngsters. Lots of sound and fury in a story I didn't always manage to follow. But the tale had a heart to it, sensibly focusing on the relationship between James T. and his Vulcan buddy - the heart beating particularly strongly when Leonard Nimoy was on screen. Not a bad backdrop to a journey home (or, rather, to one of my many homes.)