Broken-hearted girl

We finally arrived yesterday afternoon and were greeted with beautiful skies and lots of sunshine, such a contrast to those we had a few weeks back. There was a slight glitch at the airport as only one seat was confirmed and thankfully within 20 minutes, the airline managed to secure another. This whole volcanic experience has given a new perspective to anyone who either directly or indirectly affected. Some were frustrated that Europe was grounded and thought it wasn’t necessary. Some used their creativity to find a way home while others made full advantage of their unexpected extended stay. Unfortunately, there were quite a number who were badly affected, stranded for days at the airport, sleeping on make-shift beds and hoping for distribution of free meals.

For both of us, we are thankful that we had a comfortable home to stay when it happened. There was nothing for us to worry except for missing school for the young lady which I am sure she can catch up easily.

The extended holiday gave an opportunity to spend more time together. As we entered into the 2nd week of our stay, I thought I might as well make it “homely” and tried to do routine work or as someone nicely put it, “a domestic goddess”. *smiles* The place promises good fortune but as like any other city, it does have its downsides and that alone deserves an entry on its own. By focussing on things that make it liveable and closer-to-home atmosphere, we could see ourselves living there.

Anyway, the song has nothing to do with the way I feel. It somehow became a theme song for us as it was played frequently in the car. The young lady has associated the song as ours each time we hear it on air (and on the plane’s playlist for that matter). It reminds the strengthening bond during our stay, the feeling of being a family.

Somehow London doesn’t feel the same...