The next few hours flew by. No pun. A blur, in fact, and before I knew it we were taxiing towards take-off. I felt happy and sad at the same time. Game Over. Back to work. Back to London. But back to friends and family, too. I finished my book, the worst one of the worst trip unfortunately, and watched all the films available. Having exhausted all entertainment possibilities, I dozed off after four or five red wines.
I awoke to sunlight and the Captain’s announcement that were starting our descent. The familiar lurch in the stomach later, the bump and screech of Indian rubber hitting English tarmac, and I was home.