Woke up feeling great. Level 2 Chi Kung, body and mind method. Packing. Met Wendy, Janine and Maria Noone at reception. No Robyn. Wait. Wait. Wait. Feeling decidedly less great. Desire for coffee/breakfast > urge to conform to social niceties: mass decamp to cafe! Nice breakfast and good conversation. Bit concerned about ability to find Robyn since have only the vaguest idea where she is staying, don’t have her mobile number, can’t remember her last name … Quick visit to ATM to ensure I have enough Euros to pay for whole cab fare rather than half. Card doesn’t work. Try another card. Works. Phew! Back to hotel. Taxi driver arrives early and says that the road is going to be closed for an hour to allow some kind of military troop movement to take place and we need to get through before it closes. Explain that we are meant to be collecting someone else, who might be staying somewhere called Hotel Mekos or Nekos. He says there is a Hotel Neos. Let’s try that. Robyn found. Phew! Airport. Bag drop. Security. No, can’t go through security until there is a gate number. No gate. No gate. No gate. Gelato. No gate. No gate. Nice conversation with Nick Curnow. Gate 11! Security for gates 1 to 7: no queue. Security for gates 8 to 12: long queue. Stationary. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. “Would the last passenger for flight 5462 to London Gatwick please report to gate 11 immediately.” Crap. Escorted to front of queue, through security, to plane. Phew! Take off. Turbulence. Thunderstorm over Gatwick. Holding pattern. Landing. Passport control. Baggage claim. Nothing to declare (except my genius – channelling Oscar Wilde!). No train for half an hour. Cafe Nero. Latte please. Espresso machine broken 🙁 . Train. London Bridge – drag suitcase off train, straight into 3 inch deep puddle. Train. Blackheath. Drag mysteriously heavy suitcase up hill. Home. Hug. Hug. Hug. Special happy-anniversary-for-yesterday hug. Sherlock going crazy. Unpacking. Snuggling on sofa. Children’s bed time. A chapter of The Little White Horse. Four posts to my bed …
Snuggling on sofa with husband. East, West, home’s best…