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How was my flight? You’ll have to excuse me while I kiss the ground.
(Don’t worry—I’m wearing a facemask.)
At first, the trip seemed like a good idea. We hadn’t been back to see family in the States since the year 4BC (Before-Covid), so the plan was to celebrate a late Thanksgiving together now that we’d all had our booster jabs and the pandemic seemed to be subsiding.
Digression #1. Right. Those who know me can just go ahead and shake their heads and mutter their I-told-you-so comments. Feeling better?
Of course, the Hub flew ahead of me. All he had to do was pop over to Glasgow airport and head out. A week later it was my turn. That was the week we all learned a new word: Omicron. I would have to leave home (our little island off the coast of Scotland) a day early to get a…
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Judith Barrow 
It was dreadful, Judith. I’m glad she arrived safely though.
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I know, Miriam, it must have been so upsetting. But I can never get over how Barb can turn anything into humour – even if it is afterwards. x
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Those jelly bears were life saver, Judith. I usually have some cough drops on my purse to just stop the hunger. Getting stuck at night time is stressful.
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Indeed, Miriam. x
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Thanks a bazillion for the reblog! Sending (virtual) jelly beans.
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Jxx
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Thanks so much for this, Judith. Barb can always, always raise my happiness rating. xx
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Ah, she does, doesn’t she Alex xx
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