I nearly missed my flight, I know how devastating and awkward would that have been. I only have myself to worry about.
Leaving behind a husband who I know is revelling in the fact that he will be home alone for three days, just him and his Mustang.
I thought I was supposed to get here half an hour before hand, that meant that I needed to be at the airport by 5am for a 5.30am flight.
Apparently 5am was the time I was to board, duh!
Jen texted me to see where I was:
- We queued
- Boarded via the back stair case
I am always suspicious when you actually have to walk on the Tarmac to get on a plane.
What’s wrong with a tunnel and a cross bridge?
I took a couple of photos to prove that I did actually have to climb stairs, Which I also think it’s illegal to take photos when you are on the tarmac, I was just grateful that it wasn’t raining.
Bonus was, if you can call it that, we were fed on the plane, I wasn’t hungry but was desperate for that second cup of coffee, which let me tell you was frightful and no I didn’t really expect any better.
I had the potato rosti, which was a slab of grated potato, slightly mushy and brown on the outside, a couple of firm button mushrooms a teaspoon of wilted spinach and a spoonful of very salty baked beans, a yogurt and a not so flash looking roll.
Even the young man next to me didn’t want my roll, he said one was enough
Virgin Airlines have you thinking you should be grateful that they actually feed you at all as they didn’t used to. Most airline food is the same, probably all made in the same kitchen.
So shut up and eat!
Please baked beans on a plane?
I am trying for the no toilet rule, I know of so many people saying they don’t use plane toilets, I’m giving it a go, maybe not the smartest thing to do as I am in need of crossing my legs, have also refused a second cup of water. I so want to go but I won’t disturb sleeping beauty.
I am sitting next to a tall handsome young man, (sleeping beauty) he’s got that whispered beard thing happening, leather jacket and black shirt who, is fast asleep head tilted so his chin is almost resting on his chest, isn’t that how people die?
Stops them from breathing?
That would be such a waste, I’m kidding it’s not going to happen
I can’t sleep, so I watched that Julia Dreyfus movie, about two divorced people making their way through a new relationship, compromising on each other’s habits and are fare welling their daughters off to college.
I cried as I couldn’t imagine having the courage to let mine go.
I would shift cities, maybe, that threat may also be enough to stop them from leaving me. I know still selfish, didn’t expect anything different did you?