Yeah, it’s been a while. Sorry about that. I’m through security, on the uncomfortable seats, next to the out of order vending machines, in the greenhouse that is the glass fronted holding area of Limoges Airport.
I’ve had an ill advised large Pelforth Blonde in the bar, where it was too cold to sit outside and too hot to sit inside. I feel it has gone straight to my face and people may be looking at me. But given you all seem to have left your indoor voices at home – I don’t much care.
I’m heading back to the sceptic isle for the Mothership’s 80th birthday, a day that she wants marked in no way whatsoever, no pomp, no ceremony, no nothing, as is her right I guess. She just gets me, cluttering up her spare room because I’m obviously the gift that keeps on giving.
I’ve managed to rip the elastics off 3 face masks so far to date, and showed the man at border control my French driving license instead of my carte de sejour by accident, because I’m an idiot, and, well, that large Pelforth blond…… I expect Le Pen may get one more voter come Sunday, and for this I am truly sorry.
So contributing to the anxiety of – will my regulation size cabin bag fit in the designated bin or not, is the French election anxiety. It’s the law, every 5 years I think, just live in abject fear of Le Pen. I’d like to think Macron will win, however narrow the margin, but I didn’t think people would vote for Brexit, or the Tories, and well, we know how that went. I expect Sunday night’s sleep will be fitful, for my fellow French dwellers and I extend my sympathy in advance. I didn’t watch the debate last night, I would have if I wasn’t flying today and had a million things to be doing but I did google it frantically this morning. All I can say is, however unpalatable some voters will find Macron or Le Pen, it’s about keeping Le Pen out, and the only way to do that is with a vote for Macron, not an abstention. So if you hold citizenship, or hold any sway over anyone with a French vote please encourage them thus, because I can’t go through all the uncertainty again. France is my home, if she withdraws access to healthcare or makes our position here untenable as she well could, well…. It’s why politic matters my friends.
Anyway, in other news, the Motherships fridge is stocked with Ben Shaws Shandy, cheese and onion pasties and HP sauce. I’m totally having fish and chips for tea, curry sauce, buttered bread cake – and I’m looking forward to catching up with friends and fam alike.
I genuinely feel like my face is radiating heat now, especially as I’ve chosen to fly in head to toe corduroy, I fell like this may have been an error of judgement.
I’m also starving, I’m going to fall for the 13 euro tube of Ryanair Pringles again aren’t I.
Another 45 minutes or so to departure so I’ll sign off, but I’ll keep you updated.
Laters… V xx