I've just come back from the equivalent of airport security, but with no flight or holiday to make it all worthwhile. I was sent home after a two-hour wait in the equivalent of an airport lounge, but will return another day. That's all I can say about it right now, if not forever.
I think missing a connecting flight in Schipol airport was one of THE most stressful situations I have ever experienced, especially having run the two miles between gate 1 and gate 38, or whatever they were.
Oh well, at least I didn't have the heart attack that I was expecting any minute... yet.
The last dregs - I suppose, like the last straw, the last remnants of packing to move house are the worst. Wednesday is an afternoon when a friend S often takes Tess for a...
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