Day 713 Homeward bound

22nd July 2019

Today I head back to the UK for a short period. I still have a few small jobs to finish off before I offer it up to AirB&B.

The flight was a late evening one, so I was able to finish off some jobs in the garden.

I managed to cut the grass, remove an old fence and collect more dog poo.

I found my case, but could not think of what I needed to pack. I added some token clothes and my toiletries and that was it.

The drive to the airport was a bit hairy. There was a lot of roadworks on the motorway, so we thought we would chose an alternative route. After saying my goodbyes to the family, and picking up Cameron who would keep Kelli company on the drive back, we set off.

There was a bit of traffic about as a lot of people were leaving work, so progress was slow. The GPS then took us in the opposite direction, but we missed the turning to get us back on the right track. We were then driving back towards Holland with no exits for miles. I was a bit worried that time was slipping by, but I kept quiet. Then up ahead we saw a truck turn on to a track between the carriage-ways.

Kelli asked what she should do, I said follow it, finally we were heading back in the right direction.

Now it was a race to the airport, the poor truck had never been driven so fast, and we arrived with about six minutes to spare.

There was no time for our usual goodbyes, as I grabbed my bags and ran to the check in.

Kelli had done a brilliant job under the circumstances, but now I had to get through security. There were people waddling along without a care in the world, and there was me desperate to get to the plane.

Finally I got through, putting my shoes and belt back on I made a dash for the gate.

On the plane I took my seat only to find myself in the business class. I’m not sure how that happened, but the seat was wonderful, but that only lasted about twenty minutes as we landed in Chicago.

Then I started my five hour wait. I bought a coffee and found a place to sit. I was aware of a strange wailing sound that didn’t come from the vehicles roaming up and down the terminal. I managed to locate the source of the sound. There was a guy with headphones trying to sing along with whatever he was listening to. I tried to identify it, but couldn’t. I didn’t want to disturb him as he was also playing an air guitar and looked a bit strange. I chose to be in ignorance of his music and just enjoy my drink.