God makes me stupid for a reason

God makes me stupid for a reason

I get within 15 metres of the station and realise I don’t have my Oyster Cards on me. I’d left them in my smaller bag. Dammit. I can see trains leaving the station on the over bridge above me, as I turn and rapidly walk back to the flat. Just as well I left early, I mutter to myself. Continue reading God makes me stupid for a reason

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Flying to London’s summer skies

Flying to London’s summer skies

I fiddle with everything. The lamp that arches over my shoulder. The seat recliner with its four arrows – footrest up and down, seat back tilt forward and back, as well as fully upright and fully flat options. In the footlocker in front of me I stow my big Mum bag, and find a little cosmetic bag of personal essentials – toothbrush and paste, comb, eye cover, moisturiser, and lip cream. Continue reading Flying to London’s summer skies