It was all about work today -don't ask...-. I had booked a car to pick me up from home, and drive me to the airport at 6am -which means that I had to get up at a ridiculously early time. Not nice. Not to mention that I am not a morning person...
It soon was 6am, but no car had arrived. I had to call the company to find out that the mini-cab had been delayed/canceled/whatever excuse they could make up to hide the fact that they too were probably having a tough Monday morning. Undeterred, I managed to hail a black cab on the street. I even made it on time to the airport. It was actually quite nice to see London waking up, even if I wasn't completely awake...
Once security was cleared, I waited for my flight's gate. All other flights already had a gate, but not mine. Sigh. Some things never change.
Just be patient. These things happen.
Eventually and with a 30-minute delay, we were allowed to board. We had to walk on the tarmac to get to the plane. As soon as I stepped outside, it started to pour and I was soaking wet when I entered the plane. Great.
At least I made it, I thought to myself. Come on: it could have been worse: there is no mistral today...
I eventually sat down. The flight was full and the guy who was sitting next to me immediately fell sound asleep. Bless him.
The thing is, once we had taken off, he started snoring loudly, and everybody was looking at me as if I had anything to do with it. They all thought that he was my husband -he wasn't of course-. They were expecting me to do something, but I simply couldn't do anything.
I decided to try take a little nap, but my neighbour was making far too much noise. I had to endure the disapproving looks of fellow passengers for the best part of the flight (which lasted an hour or so).
We finally made it and I could start my business meeting. All went well. The week is in full swing now, but what a start! Seriously, how do you survive Monday mornings?