From my Mum in KL to Mike's mum in Surrey. Air Asia X was brilliant, the flight smooth, the crew super friendly, and Laura was already waiting to pick us up at Stanstead airport when we arrived. I was more relaxed about the flight over this time around. Normally I would feel at least a touch of apprehension about flights (note: will NEVER watch 'Airline Disasters' on TV again), but this time around it was surprisingly calm. No dramas this time around either.
Last year, as we were boarding the plane, I walked behind a man who looked like the baddie from that 70's series, Starsky & Hutch. He had on a leather jacket, 'the Boss' style headband, cowboy boots and scruffy unshaven face. My stomach gave a funny flip flop when I saw him, like my gut feeling was telling me he was dodgy. I brushed the thought aside and nothing untoward happened during the fight.
But sure enough, once we landed at Heathrow, the captain asked everyone to remain in our seats until told otherwise. A moment later, a few officers came on board. They walked up the aisle straight to where the guy was sitting and escorted him out of the plane. Good to know my instincts is not too rusty!
It felt strange as I walked in the door at Daisy's. I have to find out what she does to make her foyer smell sooo nice as you walk in the front door. She wasn't home, staying over at Aunt Audrey's the past few days. She's not been feeling well the past week or so, having had some dizzy spells now and then and was kept in overnight at the hospital last week. Doctors said it was chest infection. But she's been having funny turns ever since her GP changed her medication end of last year. I hope they get her medication sorted out because it's probably the main reason why she's been having funny turns.
But anyways, she's coming back from Aunt Audrey's today, so that's good. :)
I can't believe I've only been back in KL for three months. It felt longer than that. This time around, I've made it a point to 'feel' my way around life over here instead of 'thinking' my way through it. The mind is a dangerous thing if you don't keep it on leash and mine is notoriously (at least to myself) fickle and a bit of a Judas sometimes. I suppose it's lucky at that at 38, I realise this. Thanks to my current reading on NLP. ;)
Oh well, should get on with unpacking the bag. :)
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