Here goes

Here goes...aeroplane-in-sunset

May 7, Dublin, Ireland, 8:00 a.m.

Okay, today's the big day. Of horrible travelling. Dublin to London, London to Toronto, Toronto to Edmonton, with two hours in Heathrow and five in Pearson. But it's all worth it, dammit! 

Boredom may drive me to report on the wonders of international airports on two continents. Will boredom drive anyone to read it? If your name is Nettie Morine, perhaps. Hi, Mom!

*****

May 8, Edmonton, Alberta, 11:00 a.m.

Well, over a full day later, I can report that two hours really isn't that long of a time to spend in an airport, especially one with such thorough, and...um...disturbingly intimate security procedures as Heathrow.

Getting onto that connecting flight was a bit of a stressful rush, but nothing terrible happened and no one was injured, by me anyway. On the long and uneventful journey to Toronto, the teeny speakers fell out of my in-flight headphones and I couldn't be arsed asking for a replacement - however, I did have fun reading the capsule descriptions of the films involved, and now think that "As Bella awakens transformed into mother and vampire" is probably one of the most delightful dependent clauses I've ever encountered. I read Brian Finnegan's new book Knowing Me, Knowing You, about a group of Abba fans reuniting after 30 years, and found it to be an excellent travelling companion and a very engaging and emotional read.

In Toronto's Pearson airport the sun set behind us in a deep haze of orange as I watched a fellow passenger loudly berating the employees of an A&W outlet for not providing enough ketchup to suit his needs. Parachute Club was on the sound system, Tim Hortons was very much in evidence, and I was surprised to see that our currency is now threaded with transparent plastic and that the latest incarnation of Elizabeth II bears a faint resemblance to Chico Marx. Also the internet access in Pearson is kind of poo. Otherwise it was a Jim-dandy five hours, and another four flying off to my destination. I started Mary Grehan's Love is the Easy Bit - very impressed so far.

I arrived in Edmonton at around 6 a.m. Irish time, roughly twenty-one hours after I set off from the apartment waving goodbye to husband and cat. Dazed, drooling, and barely coherent, I awakened the next morning transformed into mother and vampire. No, actually. I just awakened, ate some strawberries, got reaquainted with my 16-month-old niece and wrote this update. Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World is in stores in Canada now, which is still difficult for me to get my head around. If you see the book, please tell it I said hello.

Oh, and here's a nice travelling tune:

 

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