On our way

Okay, so a better mood today thankfully, fuelled by alternating cries of “Mickey!” And “Everything is Awesome!” (can you tell what film we just watched?), so I’m people watching in the Gatwick Departure Lounge and supping a Guinness.

The last time I was here, we were about to jet off to the Maldives (hark at me, sounding like a jet-setter), so there’s a sense of familiarity now that I think is taking the edge off waiting to be called.

My daughter, by contrast, has never flown long-haul before so I’m enjoying watching her take it all in, absorbing the experience like a sponge in the bath. So far there’s no dramas, though a small cheer went up as someone was named and shamed in the last call for a flight  just now.

Speaking of calls, our flight just appeared on the board, so time to go…

Ready For A Break

I have to be up in the morning. We’re off on holiday to Disney and as far as I can tell, everything is sorted and ready to go.

Our bags are packed, a friend has agreed to check in on the flat and water the plants (currently a crop of lettuces, peppers and tomato plants), our paperwork is sorted, and everything is paid for.

So why am I feeling despondent? I think it’s a combination of my usual trying to make sure everything is covered, and ‘knowing’ that something will go wrong. I’ve found myself surprisingly affected by the news of Robin Williams’ death too, which comes partly from his presence everywhere in my childhood and teenage mindscape of pop culture references and partly through recognition of the same struggles with depression and suicidal ideation over the years.

So there seems to be a morass of signals and confusions warping around in my head like radioactive slurry tonight. Perhaps there’s no better time to be off to Florida and the fantasia of Disney then.

It kind of feels like a kill or cure approach as I write this, but once we’re there I’m sure I’ll be swept along in holiday-mode, just like I was on Honeymoon back in November last year. The household has been ringing to cries of “Mickey!” all day, so I dare not be the sourpuss to spoil things, if nothing else.

So, I’m going to try settling my head now and get some sleep ahead of the drive to the airport. Here’s hoping this mood will have lifted in the morning