Delays

Delays and Reflection

So, hubby and I were awake at 5.30am to check the storm damage and our travel potential – at that point there was no real update so we did the usual, tea.

Once the news started to filter in we realized the local main road was blocked by trees, the trains were not running till later in the day, and my flight was still re scheduled to the evening – so all in all not much we could do until things started moving – so hubby went into the garden and collected up the sizable branches that had managed to get blown there during the night and tidied them up – apart from that and the water that came down the chimney and made a puddle by the wood burner no real damage to speak of, thank heaven.

Breakfast was boring old muesli as I needed to get on with work. Hubby moved all his meetings in London to conference calls so I could hear him chatting away on the phone in his study, and I made my immediate Monday calls and carried out all of my usual tasks required before lunchtime.

Once the wind and rain stopped I also took the boys out for their wander round, and we surveyed the windy wet damage which thankfully all looked to be under control with people clearing up. Harry of course needed to sniff and shuffle through all new branch and leaf collections to assure himself they were acceptable. Henry waited impatiently and tried to pull me forward – so it felt like I had done some exercise by the time I got home again.

Lunch was beans and quorn sausages with cherry tomatoes (2 syns).

Then after doing the passport, ticket, money check I set off to the airport, where I had a tea and banana (resisting all the beautiful cakes).

I looked at my diary for the conference calls and meetings and given the potential for difficult conversations and conflict I felt a little like this:

 

Another short delay,  and then I travelled to the Netherlands, I didn’t arrive at my hotel till 9.30pm, and I was pretty tired – so I ordered a very late supper, veggie lasagne (yes that is a glass of wine, and yes it was needed).

A little TV in the form of BBC1 Ripper Street – as channels are a bit limited for English language here as you’d expect (I have never seen Ripper Street before but enjoyed it all the same), unfortunately I then caved in and ate a handful of the nuts in my room - so cross at myself, then a short read and off to sleep.