Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Friday, May 01, 2009

27 April - Shannon & Venice

If further proof was needed that the neurons are dying. I was rescued at top of the ramp level on a plane to Shannon at Stansted. I had no intention of going to Shannon. I had been waiting patiently to board a flight to Venice and when they called it, I thought I'd go to the loo.

Clearly there are 2 diametrically opposite entrances to this loo, because I must have come out the opposite way to the one I entered and since I had no doubt I was facing the original direction and there was a queue boarding, that's the one I joined, never once bothering to look at the screen again since I thought I was in front of gate 46 as indeed had been. But oh no. I was now in front of gate 43 or some such and proceeded unaware till their little cheques revealed the impostor. And thank god for that as I can't think of what I'd do in Shannon apart from going to bed and pondering on the alzheimer.

Yes am stressed but...


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