Flossie’s Tales

Airports are full of extremes of emotion. Today they felt full of clinging couples, parting or reuniting.

There is something deeply wrong about travelling through airports when you are neither going somewhere special, going to see someone you love or returning home.

Travelling back from Milan this afternoon, past the train that would take me to Glasgow, ending up in an anonymous house in Newcastle feels very badly wrong.

Being away from you sucks to the nth degree.

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