I slept most of the way on each leg (luckily for me, I find it hard to keep awake on planes); but about halfway across Asia - possibly in Pakistani airspace,or somewhere over Afghanistan (going on how the Captain described the flight path) I was compelled to wake up, due to bad dreams. I was dreaming of Pandora, who (in the dream) was with me on the plane, and I kept losing her. This nightmare scenario is of fairly obvious derivation. There is the psychological interpretation that I am once again leaving her behind; then there is the sorry truth that I did in fact lose her on more than one occasion recently. I lost her in:
(a) the shoe department of Myers;
(b) the Australian Wildlife Park nocturnal display (it was dark);
(c) the Marrickville Metro shopping mall; and
(d) the supermarket (somewhere around packaged pasta).
This is not a very good record for a responsible grandmother; but in my defence can I just say that she may be small, but she is fast. And very curious.
Emerging at last, the driver suggested that I might like to put on that overcoat I was carrying. This was good advice, with the temperature about 3 degrees. It was 7.30 am, and pitch dark. Dawn didn't dawn until about 8.15 am, after I had made it back to St Pancras - which I now find very easy to think of as "home". Aww...
|Terminal Three at 7.30 am.|
No snow, Christmas lights still up, pitch dark.
|Guardian - check; eggs - check; coffee - check.|
Only the cricket headlines to spoil the tranquility of the moment.