I’m on the plane. Had to take a bus
from the terminal to the plane. I guess that’s just the way they do it at the
new terminal five. I have fifteen pounds left. Mainly because I didn’t have to
buy anything to eat and drink in the terminal because I was in business. They
had all sorts of drinks and pastries in the lounge. They also had free internet
and Lynn sent me her address because she wanted a post card. Luckily WH Smith
sold stamps and there was a post box so I wrote one out to her and mailed it. I
also sent another one to Jan, Andy and V. since they only sold stamps in
books of four.
Well that last paragraph is a little
run on.
Ah, the steward just brought me some
orange juice. Lovely! I’ll be sure to save my money and my miles and only fly
business class from now on. My legs are just too long for economy. And because
of this it makes me feel squished the whole time and then I wind up feeling
claustrophobic.
I found a new purple pen in Warwick
at an art supply store, but haven’t had to switch yet because I still have ink
in this one amazingly enough. It went down fast at first and I thought I’d run
out pages ago.
The skin on my left thumb is cracked
and I keep hitting it on things, not fun! I keep jabbing the pen into it too
when I go to re-cap it. Ugh. Last week it was my other thumb that was sore
because my nail broke and took skin with it. Just about the time it got better,
the other one cracked open, probably from my skin being dry.
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