Writing on my phone, in an airport. It's been a long time! We last flew in February, March of 2020. We were in Rome, to watch rugby, and had organised lunch with a business acquaintance of mine from Milan.
As we enjoyed some wonderful artichoke dishes in the historic Jewish ghetto of the Eternal city, he explained that he thought this virus ravaging his home town was going to be a big deal. We nodded, ordered dessert and thought no more about it.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
We barely noticed the first lockdowns. Mrs L was paralysed by spinal problems, and the nursing profession was, well kinda busy. So, I did the best I could. After months of agony, Mrs L had surgery, and a long journey of recovery began.
Thankfully it was a success and Mrs L is much recovered. Various muscles and nerves give her grief still, so she can't walk long distances, lift anything or sit too long. Travel therefore is challenging.
We booked assistance at the airports, in the hope that we could lessen this discomfort a little. As chief bag carrier, I share the benefits of assistance, specifically the circumventing of queues. I have rarely enjoyed such a painless check-in and security process.
Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather Mrs L was back to 100%, but I'm grateful for small mercies where I find them.
This week, we're catching up with family and friends. I've scheduled in some jobby-job meetings too. Therefore, I won't be working on Sean or doing much writing, but normal service will be resumed next week.
Happy Easter to those who celebrate, and a Happy Saturday to one and all.
Right. Where's Duty Free?
