We’re sitting by the fountain at the airport, waiting to board our flight. Have eaten last holiday meal: a feta salad. Don’t want to go home.
Dad has wandered off to find the loo. Am sitting with Mum, the bags and the panther. The panther is pleased to be going home I think.
Have wifi here, which is good. Oh the despair though, to be leaving brother and the sunshine. The only thing to look forward to is Spin tomorrow, and collecting the fluffy monster from the cattery.
“Can’t wait to have orange cuddles with my baby,” Mum says. “I’m going to bury my face in his fur.
Had better go as Dad has returned and we need to find our plane.
The attached photo is the fountain at the airport. There is nowhere to take an outfit photo.
Happy Monday everyone!
*2015. By Peter Swanson. Detective novel set on a plane.