Sat on the coach, on our way to Heathrow. We watch the country we've lived in all our lives slip by with every mile. In a few hours we'll be in our new 'home' country of Norway. Just hours before we're right smack bang in the mountains. The coach journey is not easy. Four 'Daddies little princess' teenagers sat behind us decide that the whole coach needs to hear about their boyfriends, how brother Harry is in Argentina, how excited they are about going to Thorpe Park and how 'Daddy drives a Porsche! Mhaw mhaw mhaw!'. Fight back the boiling bile. Resist the desire to kill. Maybe i should have had some breakfast before I left at oh christ o'clock this morning.
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