As a number of people I met over the weekend can almost certainly attest to: I have no idea what day of the week it is. Despite this, I’ve established – though the haze of exhaustion and aching muscles that come from a non-stop weekend and from lugging around my heavy bag respectively – that it’s Sunday. Hence it is time to take a Sinful Sunday photo!
Except this Sunday finds me in an airport. At the time of writing this post, my flight is delayed half an hour already. I’m trying desperately not to buy books, even though WHSmiths has a rather appealing ‘buy one get one half price’ sale on and I think I could pick up a few presents for people. I also seem to have acquired two bags, despite only being allowed one piece of hand-luggage, but that’s a problem for when the gate of my flight is actually announced.
So, what does one do when stuck in an airport, bored and tired?
If I’m that one, I do this. But given how loud I am, will I be able to get off without anyone hearing me..?