In the time warp

Having bought a Toblerone, a food and travel mag, two airport exclusives, a bottle of overpriced water, a pop-out map of Budapest and the obligatory bottle of gin, I now have some time to kill before my gate is announced. The ‘duty free’ shops are giving out 22% vouchers off and even WH Smiths gave me a 20% voucher. Apparently, February is the airport retailers worst month so having spent loads on stuff you don’t really want or need, they are all desperate for you to spend more on stuff you don’t want or need. 

Looking at books is one of my favourite pastimes – and I feel quite pleased that I have only got two in my bag. I could have bought a lot more. A lot lot more. I was very happy that one of my airport buys a couple of months ago was picked by my friend Ally as the next book club read. Maybe it’s the old premise Like Minds Think Alike rather than Fools Never Differ which makes me feel good when my book choice is matched by a mate. I am secretly planning which of the two books I will choose for book club nex time. No spoilers here, though!

So off to Dublin for a reunion. Four 18/19 year olds flung together in a flat in Ricky Road, Newcastle upon Tyne. 35 years later I am thinking it might not matter that life has sent us in different directions and that we remain, at heart, still up for a good time and a glass or two of Guinness. I spent my uni years drinking cider and smoking roll-ups. One of the girls taught me how to roll my own – but she was left-handed so I learnt how to roll left handed. A skill which has never left me but that is no longer used.

Am looking forward to the laughter. The gate is up now, so I better get going before my name is broadcast over the tannoy as an errant traveller. 

Be seeing you!