A friend and former colleague of mine recently lost her husband to cancer. He had been fighting it for about two years but lost the battle. The service that was held was beautiful but it saddened me to see the loss of such a good man and to see my friend suffer so much grief.
They didn’t have any children together, but they did have McDuff – a very spirited Westie – so I took some comfort that McDuff would at least be there for her.
I was gob smacked when just a few days later I received an email from my friend (I was travelling at the time.) that McDuff had passed away. She had noticed he wasn’t feeling well and had taken him to the vet. 24 hours later, he was gone. To cancer.
Sometimes it’s a very cruel world.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Merry Old England Ain't So Merry
On yet another business trip. Back to England I've come. Now, don't get me wrong I love this country. Everything is green (on account of all that rain I suspect,) the people are lovely, they sell good shoes and purses here, men still wear cuff links and they make a mean fish and chips...
But I've been here for a week and I'm still stuck at the airport.
There is nothing, and I mean nothing, worse than travelling all this way to spend time putting on a conference at an airport hotel. Sure, sure, the conference went very well. But I was really looking forward to travelling home today.
And I would have been home by now if it weren't for... deportees. Yes, it appears that deportees take precedence in travel arrangements. I got bumped from my flight because UK immigration needed to send 5 (yes 5!) deportees back to Canada asap. So myself and four other travellers got the old "heave ho" and I'm now camped out at another airport hotel drowning my sorrows in the mini bar. (Note to hotel owners: You really should make those mini bar wine bottles just a wee bit bigger...)
On the positive side, I now know where all the Boots and WH Smith's are located in each terminal. I also know that you can take the hotel shuttle to the Manchester Airport Marriott and spend time at their lovely day spa and that the train will get you into city centre in less than 15 minutes. But I'm ready to go home.
But I've been here for a week and I'm still stuck at the airport.
There is nothing, and I mean nothing, worse than travelling all this way to spend time putting on a conference at an airport hotel. Sure, sure, the conference went very well. But I was really looking forward to travelling home today.
And I would have been home by now if it weren't for... deportees. Yes, it appears that deportees take precedence in travel arrangements. I got bumped from my flight because UK immigration needed to send 5 (yes 5!) deportees back to Canada asap. So myself and four other travellers got the old "heave ho" and I'm now camped out at another airport hotel drowning my sorrows in the mini bar. (Note to hotel owners: You really should make those mini bar wine bottles just a wee bit bigger...)
On the positive side, I now know where all the Boots and WH Smith's are located in each terminal. I also know that you can take the hotel shuttle to the Manchester Airport Marriott and spend time at their lovely day spa and that the train will get you into city centre in less than 15 minutes. But I'm ready to go home.
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