Slept pretty well, I'm so tired lately, I simply fall into a coma. Any other time and I wouldn't be able to sleep for worrying about the next day of travels. Up and ready in plenty of time, feel like I've forgotten something but it's too late now. So good to speak to you this morning, I know I'm going to have contact withdrawal symptoms this week as we won't be able to have a conversation.
B was on time to collect me and the journey to the airport was smooth. Instead of dropping me off, B came into the airport with me, I checked in without incident and we headed for a coffee and a tea in Costa, B took advantage of the time to guilt me into having her stay on Christmas Eve... we'll see.
I've left B and headed through security. For the first time, I was body scanned. You do a kind of "Steps, Tragedy" dance move while you're scanned, there has been a lot of hoo ha about you looking naked on the scanned images... I just hope I look thin ;) I also had my boots scanned in a special machine, this is new also, gotta love Manc airport.
It chucked it down this morning but we now have, clear, blue skies. Looks pretty.
My gate is announced on the board and I head for number 148. There is only one other person waiting and I had for available seats next to the check in desk, I sit, look down and on the seat next to me, is a small, white feather. I do love those little white hello's.
I watched my plane come into land, it was late getting in from Paris due to weekend traffic... funny huh? So, we're a little late embarking and leaving and the Captain offers his apologies. The plane is tiny, with propellers, and I've bumped my head twice already just taking my seat. I've brought; "Eat, Pray, Love" with me, the book you sent me. I thought this break would be the perfect opportunity to indulge in some reading, an absolute luxury for me as I'm usually too tired and time deprived. I'm enjoying the tale and the writing style, and I love the fact that you've turned these very pages before me.
My eyes are tired and things are blurry, so I'm alternating writing the blog and reading, I'm just about to have a coffee to hopefully wake me up. I love the time in the air. I've done all I can do, things are out of my hands and I have nothing to do for 35 minutes, it's such a strange feeling.
Your advice this morning was good. Try not to worry, (you know that I do,) and concentrate on the moments.
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