That flight home from a holiday…
Excitement to get home against the anxiety of getting back to life, work…
Have we been burgled? Burst pipes? Iron, left on?
And the post? Because there will be mail. Circulars mostly and lurking, an unexpected bill. Plus letters from charities in dire need of support… But no good news. No cheques or news of a premium bonds win…
On the flight, I wonder if like me, everyone else is busy, making lists? Things that we need to change or accomplish. A ‘to-do’ list, headed up invariably by giving one’s liver a well earned rest…
Off the plane and immediately my list is challenged. My exercise commitment is faced with an option; stairs and floor against escalators and travellators? I opt for the latter because I’m tired and technically, I am still on…
Through Customs and on to the baggage carousel and surely, one of the bleakest waits on earth?
Because the holiday that cost more than expected is now over and we must wait for the incoming bill from MasterCard or whoever.
But first, the wait for our luggage. Going out, suitcases containing our finest clothes – but now a week later, we are waiting for our washing!
Three loads at least…
