Chapter Eight
The plane banked and circled. Stacking? Stacking – no!! She
did not need this! She wanted to get home. She loved holidays but she loved
coming home and once she was on the way – she wanted to get home as quickly as
possible. Washing in the washing machine, then into bed. Circling over the
Thames was irritating – so near et so far.
The people next to her were fidgeting. They had already tried
to stand up and get their luggage down only to be reprimanded with a set smile. People
were staring at their phone screens wondering if they dare switch them on yet.
The airhostess made it plain that they couldn’t. The set smile whilst shaking her head.
She leaned to the window – was that Wembley? Was that where,
all too soon, she would be signing documents and maybe dunking a ginger biscuit
or two?
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