Wednesday, April 06, 2022


My extra long journey home was not so bad, despite the fact that the baggage handlers at Heathrow broke my faithful 15 year old suitcase, despite the fact that Trainline double booked my seat….my first ever first class seat that I’d booked to avoid the 1 in 13 people in the U.K. who have Covid.


As I was sitting waiting for my train, eating my croque monsieur at the St Pancras Pain Quotidien, I texted my friend Het a photo and said “Guess where I am” and she did and asked what time my train was, and then the conversation went dead. I finished my lunch and walked up to the seat by the ticket barrier and 5 minutes later somebody walked up and poked me on the knee. It was Het! She’d left her flat and hopped on the tube and come to spend twenty minutes with me.

We’ve known each other for over 50 years, and usually get together 2 or 3 times a year but since the pandemic arrived two years ago we’ve had to make do with FaceTime, and it was such a treat to see her and have a hug. It brightened my long journey home.

Today I feel gruesome with jetlag and I’m lying on the sofa reading poems.

This is the one I’d like to share with you today:


Sally said...

Welcome home Sue! Such a happy surprise seeing your friend! Sally

Anonymous said...

Dear Sue - who would have thought it all those years ago! We've certainly earned our wrinkles!!

But if I've learned anything, it is to grab what's on offer: twenty minutes was a feast.

I'd have showed up for less.

If only to get one of your famous hugs!


marmee said...

With friends like your Het you can face down everything the world throws at you!! Welcome back

Sue Hepworth said...

What a lovely clutch of comments. Thank you for the welcome home, Sally and Marmee, , thank you for the hug, Het, and yes, Marmee, Het is a treasure.