271. Safe haven

 So one kid hanging around, one buzzing around, one darting around and one stranded. 

And me. I am standing in the middle of chaos, looking around in a daze and asking myself philosophical questions. Pondering on the meaning of my life on earth, that kind of stuff.

I made sure I spoke to Muddy-Boots this morning before she left. Commiserated in due form when she told me they had been onboard the aircraft for 5 long hours, that she did not stay strapped in her seat. I oohed and aahed when she told me that she had a pair of clean nickers in her day-bag and that she had food and water. She said the pilot had a dreadful English accent but he told them he would get an other plane and fly them himself sharp at 11 AM the following day so today. I asked more questions about the trip, where she went, where she stayed, how long the flight was and where she landed. It was not Marseille. She thanked her dad for giving her good advice as already everyone's bag was soaking wet (while they were standing around drinking tea the bags were outside on an open top truck for 5 hours in the pouring rain ...) because she had her bag inside a flood-earthquake-hurricane-broken-door-proof ... I felt a little bad I hadn't even made her a sandwich nor given a bottle of water. The airline crew was taking better care of my baby than her own mother ... I brushed aside all these silly thoughts and decided to think about my time off.

Suddenly a removal to my little ramshackle house in the middle of nowhere seemed like the best holiday ever. I could settle there and sit in the shade of the beeches, count the squirrels and definitely find the answers I was looking for. If not, I could always sleep it all off.