Where is everybody?
Left plenty of time to get here as major roadworks on M1 around the airport, airport website was posted with liberal warnings about road traffic hell. So of course the roads were deserted, arrived here at 8.30, flight not until 11.30. hm. Bound to be queues at check-in though. Nope, also deserted, no queue. Bound to be queues at security though. Nope, deserted. So it's 8.45 and I'm in the departure lounge watching the occasional other passenger mix it up with the tumbleweed.
Just got hit on by the woman behind the counter in Boots - "we were just admiring your lovely legs (I'm in shorts) as you were walking round the shop" she informed me. Makes a nice change from one of my neighbours who on meeting him for the first time said to me "nice to meet you, ugly legs though". Weirdo.
Finished off Tim Moores French Revolutions before I left, it's a very good and funny book about this guy who has basically never cycled before deciding to buy a bike and after just a couple of short rides around Richmond park decided to ride the entire route of the Tour de France. Gave the book to Heather to read and she managed to consolidate it into one question - "so do you take drugs or pee whilst riding along". Only one of them love, and not habitually.
Passenger numbers in the airport really swelling now. Up to 7 at the last count. Got me wondering how those god awful programmes like "Airport" manage to find their victims, it must be hour upon hour of just watching people go about the mundane task of checking in and then the odd lucky strike when some dufus leaves their passport at home. And what sort of person do you have to be if firstly you are stupid enough to leave your passport at home and then a film crew comes up and says "look, we can see you are distressed and likely to miss your flight to your long lost friends wedding in Bognor but can we shove a camera in your face to record it all for national viewing"?
Apparently according to the really interesting man sitting opposite me, their is an "air especialle dolpin" on the taxi way. Give me strength (Sorry dad, who I know it reading this saying hm, I wonder if it was the model 345a with the blue tyres or the 345b with orange tyres and silver tinted windows). Dear god, only another 2.5 hours of this to go.
Love to all.
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