Morning Egg Decorators. For those of you on tenterhooks, and I am aware of at least three readers that were, The Luxury Missus and I suffered an anxiety hurricane last week brought on by a number of factors, not least mistaken occupational identity. The Indian High Commish’ had the nerve to suggest she was a journalist of all things and tried to veto her visa, the swines. We prevailed, largely by stealth begging and made it away.
We were so damn relieved to get away, I was happy just be sat in Pret in Heathrow. It was just as we were boarding that a man at the desk blew our minds by upgrading us to Business. Never been so meek and elated at same time. Karma? Who’d know, but there’s nothing like the fear of losing it all to make you appreciate something when it comes good. Thank you BA fella. You made a couple of previously anxious kooks very happy.
Stubbs is right out of The Metropolis.
PS. Having Bryan’s nephew gaff-sitting while away, I can’t say life is entirely with out angst, but things are certainly more tranquil than last week. The mean cockney presides over him in turn. But still.