Thanks for popping in.
Just tuned in to the latest news of chaos from Gatwick. A drone has brought the airport to a standstill? Over 750 flights have been cancelled? They are bringing in the military to find the operator? Dearie me. Am I right in thinking that a lot of schools finished yesterday? So a lot of families will be flying out to love ones and on holiday today? What a shame for those people. I watched an interview of a very elderly couple who were flying somewhere. Or not. 5 hours on the runway in the plane, then unloaded into the airport again. What a bloody shambles. If that were my parents, it would finish them off.
So this morning, you can imagine how grateful I was when I looked in on our Mark, who was sound asleep in our house, in the freshly made bed, with the lovely clean linen. Not kipping on the floor at some airport, like hundreds and hundreds of people right now. He flew in to Gatwick South Terminal yesterday at 12 noon. One day later. One day later, and the whole system has collapsed because of somebody’s poxy drone. Wait till they catch the offender. And they will.
What kind of idiot gets pleasure out of causing chaos and upsetting peoples’ plans like that? Do these people get off on the power trip, do you think? The fact that they CAN adversely affect others is evidently enough. Some kind of perverse spite sport. Pretty sick though.
Rant over. Spent the day with Mark, and was thankful to be able to.
He took his Mum for a Full English! Full plates and empty stomachs one minute –
Empty plates and full stomachs the next! We do like our HP Sauce, don’t we Markie?!?
I remember Grace last year, having a little epiphany whilst studying the HP Sauce bottle on the kitchen table.
“Mum Mum !! Did you know that HP stands for Houses of Parliament?”
So we all pretended we knew that, but of course, we probably didn’t….
“Look! There’s a picture on the front of the bottle of the Houses of Parliament. HP. Houses of Parliament. Get it?”
Aha moment? Come on! Confess. Who didn’t realise that?
We had our breakfast in a rather impressive building : Brenchleys of Maidstone
What a wonderful room! Mark and I had neither of us been in there before. We don’t usually go to Maidstone, except to visit the Golden Boot, the BEST shoe shop in the world for those of us blessed with big feet! Was it a Dance Hall back in the day? Was it a glorious library? What could it have been? Our interest was peaked, so I googled it…
NatWest Headquarters. It was a blimming Bank, built as a bank for the bank. Oh how the mighty crumble. Nowadays you have to search high and low for a NatWest branch in ANY high street. And here they had a magnificent, splendid, prime location. What it is now? An upmarket Wetherspoons to be honest. Boy oh boy. Is this a race to the bottom?
We got our big shoes for big feet, spent a glorious day together, talking good sense. He’s off up to London to meet his mates for the evening, and now it’s time for me to go to the pottery studio and collect my pieces out of the kiln from last week. Woohoo!!!
Grace flies in to Heathrow on Saturday. I do hope she lands safely, with no drones or glitches. What a crazy world we live in.
Have I mentioned Clarity? No. Not a word about it. I handed it over to the team today, so that I can savour the time with my boy.
Love & Hugs,