This means that a soon as Gary gets back from Manchester airport in the taxi, he'll be getting into his car to come and get me. I hope he remembers which side of the road to drive on.
While I'm pawing this pawst, I visualise Gary doing his final preparations for his trip to Canada. I sensed how stressed he was because there was over three weeks of him wondering if he would even be allowed to board the plane. He seems so much better now he knows that all is okay.
It's going to be a real challenge for him. For my human dad has lots of anxiety and he's travelling on his own. He hates travelling on his own. I wish I could of gone with him. Alas, the logistics would have been too much.