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Public warning: what follows is a Rant. Thank you for your understanding.

Flight delay at Stansted due to late arrival of the incoming plane from Istanbul marked the beginning of an exasperating journey where amongst my experiences was an in-your-face reminder (as if I needed one) that I am a dying breed of people who queue properly, you know, wait my turn - and that, sorry, no offence - but many folk, particularly certain nationalities, will try anything to jump the queue. Istanbul airport was manic and overstuffed with exhausted people and in the crush that was the passport control queue I had this woman behind me continually lurching into my body space and more. Tired of her handbag, elbow and/or ample bosom being pressed into my back every time we shuffled (after her initial paltry attempts to pass me, these tactics were supposed to encourage me to move further or faster I think - often happens at the Supermarket check out), I decided to take a stand and spread my mass until I fully occupied the aisle width with body (limbs like a transporter) and wheelie. Then turning my head I glared, raised my wand and commanded "YOU SHALL NOT PASS". Well, ok, that bit was just inside my head. Huh. She stayed behind me but didn't stop the buffeting.

Earlier the day had begun a little later than perhaps it should - Gareth (bro) and I both reluctant to get up after our late night of philosophical ruminations accompanied by beverages of choice. He drove me to the airport and may have cracked a couple of my ribs when we said goodbye.

Now that I am back home with wi-fi I will catch up with comments and journals over the next few days...