So, we head out to unknown territory. I've never departed from gate 150 before but the journey doesn't end there. We board a bus which takes us to the far end of the airfield where our propellered plane is waiting. It's a particularly tiny aircraft and while I thought I'd done well with my packing, my weekend case still won't fit in to the overhead locker and so it's rammed under the seat in front. I don't have anyone sitting next to me which means more elbow room for me to write.
Emergency floor guidance system is once again... fluorescent sticky tape but as long is it does the job, who am I to scorn?
Take off, (I don't like take off,) seems laboured but within seconds, we were in dense, white, apparently bumpy cloud. Seconds after that and I can see actual blue sky and sunshine. Amazing.
The sandwiches on the trolley actually look fresh and appetising but I'm going to opt for a decaff coffee to go with the chocolate drops I've brought with me.
Sun is now streaming in through the window, chocolate drops may actually melt and Swarovski is crating a disco-glitter-ball effect in the cabin. You are with me too by the way, in the form of Pandora.
I finally feel a bit calmer and suddenly a lot more tired. I think I've worn myself out.
I land on time, make my way to the drop off/pick up point which is now drop off only and keep getting shoo-ed by the man in the fluorescent vest. I keep getting told to make my way to the pick up point within the car park, (which JR has never been to,) in he end, fluorescent vest man comes up to me to tell me I'm in the right place. "But how does she get in?" I ask. "Don't you worry about that." I'm told. Could he be more patronising? He should have added, "little lady" to the end. I couldn't work out how JR would get into the car park to find me but I'm now stuck, my card is marked.
About 20 minutes later, JR phones me to says she's had to park as she can't find me and we meet in the middle, (where I wanted to be,) and head home.
Thursday evening is spent relaxing. JR makes a sticky chicken salad while we catch up then H arrives and she and I enjoy a couple of glasses of wine, (JR is tee-total,) then M arrives around 10pm. It's midnight before we head for bed but I actually sleep like a log. Not sure if it's the wine or the one third of a sleeping tablet I've taken as I don't usually sleep on my first night away, or a combination of both. Either way... it's bliss.
Oh, and I got a lovely text from a friend to say; "don't reply but hope you're having a lovely time." I really was.
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