Travelling on business

This week we had our monthly team meeting in Galway, most exciting because I could try out my new Samsonite luggage - one of the ones with the spinny wheels, very snazzy.

The weather was unbelievable, gale force winds and torrential rain. Slogging up the M4 to T2 was nerve-wracking, the Mazda isn't designed for stormy motorways... Got to Heathrow and met up with my colleagues who were all in high spirits and trying to guess how bumpy the flight was going to be. Laughing with them on the outside, inside I was consumed with anxiety.

In the end, most of the flight was OK, although I do have to admit to a medicinal Bombay Sapphire which was inhaled in seconds for the princely sum of £8.50 (worth it). And then the Captain came on; "We're being held outside Shannon while we wait for a gate to become available, so we'll be in a holding pattern for another 10 - 15 minutes." Turned out to be one of the most hellish, bumpy 15 minutes of my entire life. Swirling in the clouds, zero visibility and terrifying turbulence. When we finally landed everyone clapped. That has never happened to me before.

My hotel room was the usual shoebox with view out onto the roof. Makes a change from carpark/bins which is the standard alternative. Deciding to call home, I was put on speaker. Will was first up. 

"We're having shepherds' pie for tea and Daddy's making me eat mash! It's disgusting. I can't do it. I'm going to be sick," He wailed.

"Just mix it up with the mince and the beans and you won't notice." I advised.

"I CAN'T! IT'S DISGUSTING! I'M NOT EATING IT!" William howled.

"SIT DOWN WILL, WE'RE EATING!' Yelled Eddie.

"William's being a total idiot." Whispered James.

"Maybe I should call back tomorrow." I suggested. And headed for the bar.


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