We had a good time yesterday. My parents, aunt and sister landed at 6:55am and then took nearly two hours to clear immigration. There was the announcement "Due to heightened security, passengers holding an EEC or non-British passport are experiencing severe delays of up to two hours" which I thought was a fat load of good. After all, the London bombers all held British passports. Barking up the wrong tree again. We met my uncle, who also decided a long time ago that London, not the far east, was the place for him - he works as concierge in one of the central London hotels. There was a problem with their room - the previous guest was room-squatting and refusing to move out - which meant we had to wait a bit. Even my uncle was angry, and I've always known him to be easygoing. Oh well, it meant a bit more rest time for the people who endured a 13-hour flight, a 7-hour time difference and airline food. My dad slept like he'd just done an Ironman.

We had lunch at a Chinese restaurant and in the evening we were supposed to go out again, but my uncle bailed out on us. "Top prize at bingo is a Mercedes and I've got to be there to claim it!" So from "banquet" they were reduced to my pasta with spinach and asparagus. My sister opted for microwaveable fried rice. My aunt proclaimed that the pasta was "nice, very nice taste" before dousing five sachets of ketchup on it. Go figure.

They're coming over here today. Picture opportunities abound. My dad's the Canon sniper, and maybe I'll be able to post some in the next few days.