Schipol

Currently back in Schipol, jet-lagged and waiting for the connection to Norwich. I would like to thank the person I was sitting next to on the flight who was all elbows (I think the snoring might have got them back for that) and the person who stood on the back of my action sandal thus causing it to rip and me to fall on the plane expressway and take a chunk out of my foot. So now I am wandering the airport in bare feet with one broken shoe and one shoe too painful to wear harvesting a number of very strange looks (well more than usual) and rightly so. There also appears to be no purveyors of appropriate shoeage currently open.