Crash

Quite a day so far.  Slept great, a solid 9 hours which I really needed.  Got up, breakfasted, attempted to jog but only managed 20 minutes, neither my legs nor heart were into it quite frankly.  I did a tiny bit of toning then hit the shower.

I headed for Starbucks and no sooner had I sat my coffee on the bar and parked my bum, than there was a loud rap on the window, which scared me to death, and it was my friend Carol.  She entered, promptly hugged me, kissed me, plonked her bag down, got a coffee then came to join me.  We caught up for an hour discussing everything from work to love life.  I bade my farewells then hit the shops for a birthday present for JR.

Returned home a little later than planned and finished the ironing I'd started  before heading out for coffee, then I packed and showered again.  B arrived on time to take me to the airport and even though I told her to just place me at the drop off point, she insisted on coming in to have a coffee with me.  We were having a lovely conversation but I was conscious of the time and had to cut her short.  She told me that she was okay for time but I explained that I had to get through security, bless her.

I sailed through security, didn't even have to take my boots off today.  I bought a magazine then queued for a very long time at Costa to have my usual, "beginning of holiday / pre-flight" wine.  It's packed and I can't even see the window from the table I eventually find.  I am however, opposite the toilets, so you can imagine how thrilled I am.

So, I'm really looking forward to the weekend, although I've probably chosen the worst weekend ever to go down.  S&H are trying to get ready to move, and they can probably do without having to fit in a catch up with me, it's Father's Day on Sunday so H&M will be busy with M's lovely Dad, and England play on Friday night in the European Championships.  Really great timing.

The flight is delayed.  Should have boarded at 16.30 for departure 17.00.  The gate isn't being announced when it should be, I keep checking the boards.  Eventually, around 16.55, the board is flashing, "5 mins to Gate," or something like that.  Anyway, 15 minutes later, instead of a Gate number flashing up, we get a message to say the new departure time is 18.20.  Not happy.

They eventually announce Gate 144, so I make me way there so that I can sit down and stop roaming around like Tom Hanks.  I pull out my journal and iPod and listen to "Just Like a Star," it soothes me.

I'm feeling a bit so-so.  I'm probably just hormonal, tired, hungry, and I should be mid-air by now.

We finally board.  Captain Catherine Nichols apologises for the delay and adds that the plane we should have been on had "technical difficulties," the plane we're now sitting on is the replacement and it was late coming in from Nice.  I instantly remember my plane crash dream and suddenly don't mind being delayed at all.