Flying is not a favourite pastime of many people. This is terribly surprising isn’t it considering how much fun being cooped up for a seemingly interminable period can be? Even more when you consider how incredibly fulfilling waiting around in queues that don’t move anywhere can be good for the soul! Oh and as for being delayed and having to sit in an increasingly hot plane with broken air conditioning – it’s a party, it really is. And the best part when they finally decide to de-plane (new phrase you must incorporate into your vocab from now on) is that you have a lovely trek all the way through arrivals and back through flight transfer security. Zowie! You know, it’s really amazing really that people don’t do this more often. Because the result that you end up spaced out, jet-lagged and aching all over makes it all worth it.
Well actually it is the friendly familiar faces in the crowd in Arrivals that do – ones that have sat around for six hours in Heathrow as the hotline and internet neglected to inform them that the flight was delayed – those ones. And the ones that wait up with the keys and the ones that drink tea in a toasty flat, and the ones coming down to London
Even hauling over 30kgs in luggage up the four flights of stairs at Victoria tube station to find that the National Rail services don’t depart to where we need to go after 9pm; even when we go outside into a cold London that has settled into a night under a steady drizzle; even when we stand on bus for 45mins as it puts around the south circular, even when we disembark to no taxi rank; even when the cabbie we flank down doesn’t have the area knowledge; even when we arrive and fall into white sheets on a date that doesn’t feel right and at a time too late. Is it all worth it? Totally!
