Abruptly jolted from pleasant dreams when my alarm buzzes… insistently... multiple times. I snuggle deeper into my fluffy pillows and ignore it harder.
A soft drizzle turns into a downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightning. I decide to treat myself and take a cab the 500m to work. Much better than lugging my suitcase, laptop, coffee and umbrella across roads and through gardens - my beloved Paul Smith high heels with the pretty pink bows were most grateful.
Play facilitator in back to back meetings all day. Convince, coax and cajole and eventually get my way, smiling the entire time.
Catch a cab to airport. Run in 30 minutes late but it's ok as the flight is running 30 minutes late too. Breathe a sigh of relief. Stand in security line for 45 mins. Get undressed, x-rayed and finally herded through to gates. So looking forward to getting home to lovely husband C.
Board plane, taxi to runway and wait. I take advantage of the no laptop, no blackberry time (bliss) and snooze. Then the Captain announces a ground stop at destination NYC and turns off the engines.
Make idle conversation with the couple sitting next to me. He has three phones and looks like a successful oil tycoon. She looks like she rides pretty horses all day. I secretly covet his turquoise ring.
The Captain apologises as we near the three hour limit and the plane taxies back to terminal… in Chicago. Ravenously scoff a Dallas Dog and cheddar fries and wash it down with a bucket of coke. Feel my cholesterol spike to dangerously high levels and so resolve to eat healthier, exercise more and sleep 8 hours a night.
Wait another 30 minutes. Oil tycoon's wife and I joke the flight has been cancelled, only to find the flight has been cancelled when the car service in NYC rings me to rearrange my "limo"*. Exchange wry glances with oil tycoon's wife – looks like the joke's on us.
See a man walking through the airport. His large bunch of sunflowers make me smile. Decide he must be waiting for his girlfriend, who is a successful designer, returning from a long trip away for work. I'm sure she'll smile when she sees him too, happy to see the flowers because it means he's been thinking of her and even happier to see his face.
|Smiley sunflowers in a drab airport, Chicago|
From somewhere in the air between Chicago and New York (24 hours later), with love xox
* Sounds fancy, doesn't it. Really just a normal black sedan with tinted windows, no stretch.