31st October 2018
The day of my trip back to the UK has arrived.
As usual Kelli is in mourning, dressed in black. She hates it when I leave, and I don’t like to see her so upset.
It is something that she has never got used too even thought the break is short.
A quick drive around the block to say goodbye then off to Grand Rapids, stopping off to pick up Cameron, who pulled the short straw to accompany Kelli back from the airport.
The flight was as smooth as a millpond. The aircraft flew over Grand Haven, and the lake shimmered in the afternoon sun.
I had over four hours to kill at O’hare which is a boring place to be, everywhere you looked there was food and drink. Once I decided to have a beer and it cost over ten dollars!! and it was in a bloody plastic cup. So I say f*** you Samuel Adams.
I walked around Barbara’s Bookstore looking for something interesting to read. There were plenty about Trump, but I don’t need to buy a book to tell me what a prat he is, his own mouth does that. There are the usual stock of get rich quick books often the advice is to write a book on getting rich quick.
I exit that place empty handed, the only thing vaguely amusing was a girl serving in Starbucks wearing white rabbit ears, I don’t know if she meant to do that, or she came straight from a Playboy club.
Finding my seat on the big plane is always nerve racking. If I get there and the other seats are filled, there is the instant mental adjustment of the size and shape of the occupants. If I am there first I am scrutinising each passenger as they walk down the aisle, secretly hoping the seats next to me remain empty. It is usually my luck to get Mr and Mrs Extra large squeezing in the seats, testing the strength of the mounting points to destruction. Fortunately on this trip I had the row to myself , hurray! That is until an old Indian man, with a weak bladder moved into my window seat, boo!
Maybe he should have spent the flight in the lavatory.
Another Lifetime to go 