We are home now, and I have just been up to Sainsbury’s to get some essentials.
It felt like it was mid-afternoon and I was surprised to see it was only half-past eleven and it’s strange to think that less than 24hrs ago we were on Ocean Drive.
I feel dog-tired, but I need to hang it out, to get back into this time zone and into my normal routine, as quick as possible.
We flew through the night – which doesn’t help… I hate night flights. I can never get any kip.
It wasn’t helped by the German girl seated in front of me, who was obviously a nervous flyer. Before we took off, she was up and down, changing seats and annoying the hostesses, before finally deciding to settle down into her original seat… in front of me.
And when we did finally take off, I could see she was gripping the seat arms for dear life.
And then we hit some turbulence. Some pretty bad turbulence.
And she started screaming.
Now, neither Mrs M or Amelia like it when the ride gets a bit bumpy, and I was seated between them both.
Mrs M had my left hand in a vice-like squeeze.
Amelia was clutching my right arm as hard as she could, doing her best to not burst into tears.
And this German bird was screaming her head off in front of me.
“This is going to be a shit flight”, I thought.
I wasn’t far wrong.
But I’ve just had a proper cup of tea – made with a proper teabag and proper milk – the first for over a week, so things are already starting to look up.