16 October 2015, 7 pm
My flight home to Brizzle leaves from Terminal 2 of Munich Airport. Terminal 2 is like Terminal 1 only without the helpful signposts. You can walk for miles in Terminal 2 before finding anything that’s remotely useful to someone who just wants to fly somewhere, like a bag drop desk or a flight gate for instance. Before Security (which I stumble upon by accident), I dutifully ditch my water bottle and Red Bull®. On the other side, the only things I can find to drink are alcohol and perfume. 17 October 2015 I am tired. So tired. I need my mum to write me another of those letters only this time it needs to say Andrea cannot be the CIPA President this week because she is losing the will to live. Also she is poorly from drinking too much alcohol (or was it perfume?) at Terminal 2 and eating too much meat and dumplings and pretzels. You know you’ve reached a low ebb when you can’t even open an iTunes® playlist without going to pieces. The family give me a wide berth. 18 October 2015 Even though it is Sunday, I spend all day dealing with emails. Mainly the emails are about organising meetings and travel plans and seminars. There are many types of meetings: round-table; breakfast; formal; informal; plenary. They sound like different types of biscuit. I do not have permission for any of them.
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