Tuesday 14th April.....Yet another flight.

We are sat in another airport lounge. This time we also have Immy and her kids with us. God, time is dragging... when will they call for Aer Araan RE607. I feel awful....I ache from head to toe and feel like I have the flu. The airport lounge is screaming at me. It is to bright, everything is really grating and intense, my head feels like it is about to explode. This place is packed with bithering eejits and whining kids. An old couple sits opposite us, looking territorial. He has his paper on his lap, she is stuffing tattie crips in her gob like a to large letter in a postbox. She looks at me as if I am something out of a zoo and her eyes linger on my hair and the black rings under my eyes that now do not disappear after a good nights sleep and then she goes back to her Take a Break puzzles.

Immy's kids are behaving like something out of a brat film. Immy tells her youngest, try to colour in the lines...he looks at Immy with a glint in his eye takes the red felt tip pen and scribbles all over the page. Immy looks harrassed juggling toys, colouring books, bags and cartons of juice. I wonder how she is so good at her job? The other sibling is unfazed, munching an Easter egg for breakfast, swinging legs back and forth, constantly accidently kicking my wonderful man. He looks at me as if to say these kids are going to give me an aneurysm or a heart attack. He looks at me, puts his arm around me and I whisper in his ear, 'my head is thumping, it is all to loud, I am so tired!'
He pulls my head down onto his shoulder and I put my jacket over my head. Just as I do they call our flight....
I have decide I hate Dublin airport, the place makes me feel as if I am going to have a stroke or a brain haemorrhage.
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