Today I got off the Merry-go-round.
It was pretty tense in the morning and time just flew away with itself. A zillion little loose ends, just not done.
My late Dad's wife who from now I will refer to as 'Fni' has been so supportive; being the primary enabler of change, helping, encouraging with advice and guidance. Although Susan and my sister broke the back of the house sorting, without the help of Fni since I went a bit bonkers following a family wedding last September, it is difficult to concieve where I would be.
Anyhow, no more of this sicophantic credit giving, I hear you cry!!
Gatwick South was an experience with a lighter I carried, causing much constenation and resulting in my being searched and ion tested.
Flight was good and I was sandwiched between two really charming people 'Jenny' and 'Julia'.
Jenny had been to other Canary Islands before and Julia has been coming to Lanzarote for 20 years. I got on with them both and the 4-hour flight went very fast.
Lanzarote airport is a reasonable size, somewhere between Stanstead and Manston.
I wandered through the airport and called my new boss, Patrick. It was agreed that he would pick me up from the front of the airport.
And so I waited for 5-minutes.