My suitcases are sitting on the blanket chest half packed.
I have assembled my ticket, my passport, my dollars, my travel insurance, my ear plugs, my anti-thrombosis socks. I have cleaned my shoes, washed my jumpers, assembled my presents.
I have bought a new book to read on the flight – Star of the Sea by Joseph O’ Connor.
How am I expected to contain myself for the next two days until my flight?
I haven’t seen Isaac since January, the Little Red Hen since last October, and Lux never.