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I am very late in blogging. But I have some reasons...
I am also typing this between (oh no not again runrunrun) jaunts to the bathroom. I have been EXTREMELY unwell. So if this is a bit disjointed its because I was daft enough to try breakfast. Which was sincerely not worth the effort. To quote, CGBF I have been praying to the "Oh Dear God" porcelain god Huey. Lets be politer and say that I ate something and its having its revenge. It wasn't even in Egypt, no, no Pharaoh's Revenge, it was Gatwick's revenge (Gawick is one of London's four airports). I got food poisoning on the way home. First world, not third. What is the chances of that? I feel that's a bit unfair.

Actually I'm doubly late because I have just spent 10 minutes trapped in the bathroom (that, considering the past few days, is not unusual. Sadly/tragically) with CGBF trying to find the source of the whining sound.

Last night I heard a whining sound. A very insecty whining noise which resulted in some extreme examinations of the bathroom's private corners and it being most emphatically sealed. This morning we found the source. It was a bitey looking insect that wasn't a mosquito hat (stupid thing jumps around so the "t" there went missing. I can't find it now either. Gggggrrrrrrrr. Rest assured its not a mosquito hat) that was lurking in our shower. Like a reversed Psycho (the Alfred Hitchcock film) re-enactor. A rather nippy little bug which evaded CGBF and was being chased vigorously around the room (which is tiny let me assure you, almost as much space in the shower as the main body of it). Tissues, towel whipping and in the hand a vigorous smacking he resorted to slamming his hands along the wall around the radiator until he finially managed to blat it. It was much like a cat hunting something.

Could I leave? No.
Why? We kept loosing sight of it and if one of us left it could escape. There was no way we were going to risk getting bitten by some whinny bitey insect after making it through Egypt alive (unbitten).

All was well, it was extremely hot (35C (95F) at 11 at night in Luxor), there was no Mozzy whining sounds, the food was excellent if almost entirely lacking in Egyptian fare. It was horrendously hot, bright. I feel the heat was so extremely orientated towards hot that it requires re-iterating. Especially since it was 35-47 Celsius (95-117 Fahrenheit) in Egypt when we left. And 10C (50 F) when we arrived. Hostile in the extreme. We've been arguing who should get the hot water bottle and I've been wearing my deep winter jammies. There has been no hot water bottle. But only because both of us were refusing to lead the "warmth" of the bed. Wiggling and shrieking at the same time (well I was, but there was a considerable level of man Arraggghhhhhhing from CGBF).

So I have been ill since Tuesday night and have most constructively spent most my time living beside the toilet. It was the eggs I had the morning after we landed in the UK. So I got back, was good, next day, these eggs are a bit funny, ah well, nom nom nom. Later that day illlllll.

Before I go I would like to share my sorrow about what has happened in Asia in recent days. I can only imagine how horrendous things are for people there. My thoughts are with them :(.

Anyway, I'm away off to go back in there again (I really should set a bed up in there, may as well be comfortable). Over the coming days I shall go over each of the days and add photos, I may add a summary as well (a shorter post and easier fitted into the breaks).