The return home

Yes, I’m back at home, after a very long journey. I will blip about yesterday in due course.

Today I was on the overnight flight from Windhoek to Frankfurt and slept better than expected. I had 4 hours to wait in Frankfurt. That airport is massive and, again, I walked for “miles” to find the shuttle train to terminal 2. Then I walked a long way to the loo, only to find it was closed. More walking to find another on a different floor.

At the gate there were far too many people with coughs. I moved to sit away from one young man who was full of cold and looked poorly. I was reading and when I looked up, the whole room had emptied to board the plane!

Down the stairs I hurried to find myself at a door which was closed and said there was a heavy fine if anyone tried to open it. Arghh! Thankfully other passengers appeared and said that the first bus must have gone!

On the plane I was sitting behind the coughing young man, who kept coughing into his sleeve, when he remembered. He had no handkerchief.

It was a relief to arrive at Schipol, my favourite airport. I love the little trollies for hand luggage.

The house is still standing after the storm, but Margret’s wall has collapsed again.

Daisy is solidly attached to me. I’m now shivery and wondering how long it will take to readjust my internal thermometer!!

It’s good to be home.