5 hours even in my favourite Air France lounge would be bad enough (Amsterdam for the record), but I have to say I'm quite ready to leave Lyon and head to Pau in just under an hour. On re-reading that first sentence the only thing that strikes me is the fact that people shouldn't have favourite Air France lounges. What a ridiculous idea.
When I get to Pau I'll pick up the car and drive home. I'll stop at the hospital to see the world's largest set of premature twins, if that isn't a contradiction in terms. I'll then be home for around midnight so long as Maxime, the world's largest 2 year old, hasn't blockaded the house by leaving his slippers lying behind the front door. I felt most inferior when I lived in Denmark where everyone is so tall (and indeed on Wednesday when I was in Amsterdam), I hadn't realised that I would soon be a dwarf in my home. Maybe I'll buy a Shetland pony or a Bonsai tree to make myself feel better.
I am happy at the prospect of sleeping in my own bed tonight even if I am back to the airport tomorrow morning for a flight up to Paris to meet a banking customer in the afternoon. Hopefully Sandie will have prepared a nice little packed lunch for my day trip out to see the Eiffel tower. Right, where is that boarding gate.... adieu fair Lyon.
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