Let's start again, sexy underwear, bikini, toilet bag (always ready, in the crazy hope that Paul suddenly sets up an improvised get-away - I'd love it so much, he knows that, but…). Nice summer dress I just got in the sales - it must be hot there by now, tight low-rise jeans, the short pink T-Shirt that he likes so much and some sandals. That should do! No luggage to check-in, no abuse from him that my bag is bigger than the cupboard I call my flat, that I packed the whole family's wardrobe for a 2-day escape. Passport, tickets? Tick… I have it all, I'm all set and almost on time!
Proud of my achievement, I rushed into work. Obviously, you can't expect a normal day where I work… especially when I need a smooth one. Today's delights included the lift breaking down minutes before lunch was served, leaving half of the residents stuck on their floor, and one of them in the lift for 30 minutes. We had to delay bringing the meals out. The residents who were already settled at their tables were complaining that they were on time, so they should be served. The waiting staff did not want to serve twice. The residents stuck on their floor insisted that they should receive their meals in their rooms without any further delay, and poor Mrs. Kelly who got stuck in the lift lost her hearing aid too and therefore was unable to follow the instructions given to her via the - it must be said - unsuitable inter-com! Why today?
If I was just a little late at the start of the day, by the time I headed off for the airport, I was seriously behind schedule. I ignored the calls and text messages from Paul until finally reaching Terminal 2. There he was finishing his third pint at the pub upstairs. We checked in quickly, skipped duty free to go straight to the gate where boarding was about to start!
Well, no make-up then. Hopefully, nothing else is missing!