Thursday afternoon. Southampton airport. Waiting for the flight to hop across to Amsterdam where I will spend a night before the rather longer schlep to East Africa.
As there is very little to do at Southampton airport apart from Duty Free and Starbucks, I thought I would make best use of my time and write my blog, hoping that someone may choose to glance at it at some point. No matter if not. I enjoy writing. Always have.
There is a lady of reasonably mature years sitting across from me and I couldn't help noticing the tattoo winding itself around her ankle. A surreptitious glance informed me that in elegant text, it reads "Born to be wild".
In her sensible buckled sandals and grey fitted slacks, I wonder how "wild" presents itself.
The sandals are open toed and it is but early April so that is one consideration but who knows? I have been going on a very deep dive into crime dramas of late, even by my standards and with an overactive imagination, wonder if perhaps she is MI5 or 6.... but Southampton airport? The flights today are for Schipol and Jersey and the most excitement thus far was an assistance buggy getting tangled in the "no access" lines so I just don't feel some kind of undercover activity is about to kick off.
I am going to download and finish watching The other Bennet sister to calm myself down.
I will however be listening on my rather fabulous NEW Bose noise cancellling headphones, purchased with much delight and enormous gratitude using my JL voucher that my beloved online members gave me for Christmas. I absolutely LOVE them and you! They are pink. Naturally.









