Hi Cloudy London
The journey has begun. The Dark Princess has set foot at UK soil. Mutant following in her trail. Loaded up to the max. Master of the precious cargo.
It almost got a bit interesting when during the approach to City airport the plane suddenly started ascending again straight in to a turbulent grey cloud. The small plane, Fokker 50, getting all bumpy Pinkie saw the airport disappear right under her nose. What is this? A plane before us with technical problems on the landing strip or Old Blighty welcoming Pinkie with some extra 'come and discover me' bliss?
It almost got a bit interesting when during the approach to City airport the plane suddenly started ascending again straight in to a turbulent grey cloud. The small plane, Fokker 50, getting all bumpy Pinkie saw the airport disappear right under her nose. What is this? A plane before us with technical problems on the landing strip or Old Blighty welcoming Pinkie with some extra 'come and discover me' bliss?
posted by Pinkie at
6:26 PM
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"Mutant following in her trail. Loaded up to the max. Master of the precious cargo."
Yeh, this supposed Master of the precious cargo was really the donkey as "old fashioned" Mutant carried no fewer than four of Pinkie's bag - plus her backpack - while she flounced off the aircraft and whizzed through UK Immigation, her small hands full with a passport and her in-flight magazine.
Old fashioned is always how she justifies why Mutant must carry everything.
"You're old fashioned" she explains with a lovely smiles, touching my arm before sashaying away and leaving me with a pile of bags.
Grumble. Grumble.
Wow. Somebody is WHIPPED. Definitely all in capitals.
Hehe.
Pinkie: Welcome to London!
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