Monday, 28 July 2014

Monday Morning

Trafalgar Square at 6.15am


In France, in Great Britain or anywhere else, there is nothing worse than a bad Monday morning. Mine was no exception.
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?

8 comments:

  1. My Mondays aren't the average working person's Monday. Since I work at home, Monday is no different than any other day, especially in the summer when there is no school. I certainly do remember those hectic mornings, though, and it sounds like you managed yours beautifully!

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    1. Thank you Suerae. I don't have to travel all the time, but I have to say that this morning was a bit chaotic. All is well now.

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  2. I don't mind Mondays, oddly enough. I tend to look forward to them. Funny story about the man snoring next to you. I wonder why people assumed you were with him?

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    1. No idea. They just did. Maybe they couldn't believe that a woman could travelling on her own...

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  3. Lucky you managing to get a black cab when you needed it! That made it a good Monday morning! :)

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    1. You are right, I should be more grateful of what I have, right?

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  4. I have never had those sort of Monday feelings...Unless, of course, I participated in a Sunday evening event that continued until the wee parts of Monday morning- which (in my mind's eye) rendered Monday a simple continuation of the previous day...

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    1. I feel too old for such Sunday evening events, Roy. I need my sleep at my age...

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