Sigh of Relief

Hello Dear Reader,
Having no address to tell the customs officers, Grandpa (Wesley) Carter called the mission home in London and got Neil Bradley's name and address. Brother Bradley was the area supervisor of building for the British Isles. Then Grandpa called the Bradley home and talked to Sister Bradley who informed him that Steve Baird, the area architect, was supposed to be at the airport to meet our plane; he would be there so be patient.

Brother Baird and Brother Bradley arrived a few minutes later. Grandpa said, "How releived we were." These men gave the customs officers all the information they needed and we collected our things and piled into their cars. We were nervous passengers because of our recent car accident but they didn't know about the accident and took us on a harrowing, fast ride from the airport to the Bradley home--made all the more harrowing because we were not used to driving on the left side of the road and it appeared that cars were going to hit us as they passed on the right. We breathed a collective sigh of relief when we arrived at the Bradley's in Epsom.
Love,
Aunt Genni