Flight of fancy

So this is the second post from my mobile. I could almost get used to this roaming type thing. The reason for this post is being at the airport slightly earlier than I expected, what with the roadworks and rush-hour traffic failing to hamper my journey.

This is the second time at the airport today. The first visit was about 10 hours ago for my flight which was cancelled. Oh well, these things happen. So I rebooked for tomorrow morning, changed the hotel reservations and went into work. Of course, things are never quite that simple. Turns out they want me to come down tonight, stay over and get an early start. So changed flights again (with a fee this is time), changed the hotel reservation again and here I am. Still, their money. Who am I to complain?

It’s a little strange to be here right now. The sun is setting on a clear and bright day. It’s 5:30 on a cold February evening, but with the sky, light and heat in this building, it could just as well be 9:30 on warm August evening. So yes, it’s nice, but still a little strange.

I always, for no particularly strong reason, associate evening flights with going home. Or, at least going somewhere I want to be. Whether this comes from the rose tinted memories of summer holidays as a child, where flying was exciting and it was always sunny, or from the dogged reality of work, where most flights to clients start in the pitch black at some ungodly hour, I really don’t know. But it is strange, as I feel a lot more relaxed than usual, and than I suppose I should given what’s ahead.

It does kind of make me long for a holiday and some sun. And make me realise how long it’s been since I was last abroad, or for that matter had a holiday. This year I promised myself I’ll have a holiday but with the success of last yearsresolutions, it remains to be seen if it will actually happen.

All I know is it will be a hell of a long year if I don’t.

Hmmm, wonder if I can sneak on a plane USA-bound instead……