I’m visiting herself in England for a couple of days. I don’t know when I last flew anywhere alone. My last couple of jobs involved no work travel abroad. So the last time I travelled abroad for work was probably 2015. And when we fly en famille, Mr. Waffle covers all the logistics. So it was with some trepidation that I began my solo adventure.
There was a man on the plane watching something without headphones. How is this acceptable? For the first time there were no masks on the flight. It seemed a bit strange. And finally- they no longer take cash on board. So much for the flight. The journey was entirely uneventful. But long. But then I got to see herself at the end of it. Thrilling. We had a cup of tea.
My sister is also visiting- she was staying with a friend in Sweden and is dropping in on herself on the way home. For reasons I don’t at all understand my sister kept her movements secret until recently and is staying in a different hotel from me. Draw your own conclusions but my paranoid streak is working overtime.
This is a welcome development though because herself has a formal dinner tonight and has booked her mother and aunt into a local restaurant. Thrills. More news as we have it.