The return journey is the hardest. Leaving others to manage as best they can with the vagaries of age and illness.
Leaving home is a thing we all do and seldom consider the consequences. The empty nest is lonely and even bleaker when the distances are so great.
Or as Neil said Young not me:
“Now I won’t be back till later on
If I do come back at all
But you know me, and I miss you now”
Of course I will be back in June hopefully for a better visit
And then there is the carpet. First is Manchester which looks like some sad floor from a 70’s kitchenette.
Followed closely by JFK which may be reminiscent of the blandest of the bland.
This is going to be the start of a new series. Airport floors and their impact on the traveller.
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