News from the Plane

So. Six am my alarm went off (well really it was J's alarm, who are we kidding?), and out of bed I rolled (read: I was forcibly ejected from bed by that same man). A shower, a couple last checks for things to pack, a croissant, and of course some fabulous coffee and cigarettes later the cab arrived. Jason and the cabbie wedged Dad's and my suitcases into the boot and we were off to collect Rosie. The American Taxi Service arrived at the premises about a quarter after eight to collect that siren of song, her suitcase, her carry-on, and her hummus sandwiches.

Yes it's true. I hate plane food. In fact, I'd rather starve than eat their plastic food out of plastic containers. Luckily, I didn't have to starve because I was made some delicious sandwiches for our epic journey from the East End to the Midwest. The sandwiches were made from hummus, tomato, avocado and love. Love tastes best in person, but when you're thirty five thousand feet in the air, a hummus sandwich is better than nothing...

Was it a wise decision for me to agree to write a blog with someone who is an actual writer? I can't compete with this!

But it is the lover who speaks, and not the writer.

I stand corrected.

The Midwestians are sometimes difficult to understand. Earlier, when a rather rude and big-bottomed flight attendant barged passed me with one of the more fortunate looking members of cabin crew, I mistook her calls of 'digi-player?' for 'did-you-pay-her?'. Needless to say, I was outraged. Nevertheless, I am very excited about my stay in the Twin Cities, and will be updating our loyal readers with news of our American Adventure.

I'm with you on that one darling. Can I just mention that after J's cooking, all other food is plastic?