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Early rising, toddlers sleeping, got to get them out of bed. Shake them gently,tired eyes peeping, dress them quickly, get them fed. Bags are packed, time is tight, got to make the airport run. Catching an early morning flight for two weeks holiday in the sun. Check for passports, check for tickets, check the door locks, check for cash. Make sure there's no plugs left in sockets, then off we go for the airport dash. Eating miles of motorway Tarmac, slick with morning drizzle, wet. Children restless, fighting in back, chant in unison, "Are we there yet?" Park the car and grab the cases, wait in the drizzle for the bus. Stand in line with miserable faces, next year it's Meet & Greet for us! At the airport find the check-in, passports all in order, great! At security wind my neck in, temper fraying with the wait. Then we're bussed out to the runway, budget airlines make me seethe. Up the steps and down the gangway, find my seat, sit down, then - breathe!

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Date: 10/10/2020 2:39:00 AM
I feel breathless and stressed myself now lol, enjoyed your write and great imagery, Emilia.
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Date: 10/10/2020 4:09:00 AM
Thanks Emilia but don’t think you can inflate your fee by being nice to me lol x