Sam is away on business.
She’s supposed to be in Myanmar, before heading on to Vietnam, but Dubai airport was too busy to dock her arriving aircraft, so she missed her connecting flight.
Frankly, Emirates, it’s not much of a connection if the outbound flight won’t wait for passengers who are booked on it, when they’re sitting on another of your flights waiting to dock.
As a result of the Emirates/Dubai airport screw up, Sam has had to spend 24 hours in a Dubai hotel, at Emirates expense, and lose a working day of her itinerary.
But as you might expect, while the cat’s away the mice will play!
And oh boy has this mouse been playing?
This mouse is too diseased to do any playing.
Apart from a brief couple of laps around the village this evening, I haven’t even been up to taking the Ninja out this weekend.
It’s that bad.
There is the possibility that, tomorrow, after doing Prem (who is still called Prem and not yet named Bob), I shall pay a visit to the excellent chippy in the next village.
For some delicious potato-based foodstuff.
And perhaps some
If I’m well enough, obv.
But it is the Law of Sod that sayeth that a fine-weathered weekend with a free pass will be frittered away on illness.
Anyway, what is this revolution of which you speak, I hear you ask?
It is me, my friends.
I am revolting.
In her absence I am shunning Sam’s instruction to use the dishwasher.
I AM WASHING THE DISHES BY HAND!
Revolution and rebellion are rife in this house.
Until she gets back,obv.