…in the Emirates Lounge at Gatwick. I am breaking my fast with their fabulous broccoli and cauliflower cheese (ignore the carbiforous potatoes)
I shall try and relax and pay no mind to the fraught, stressful conversations about the mounting cost of the kitchen extension or the Hindu chauvinist driver, who arrived late and regaled me with his ideas. They’re not a great combination with my fast day grumpiness.
No. I’m not rattled at all. And this time I MUST try and sleep on the flight.
See you soon!