….you can’t take the flu away from the girl. So here I am in London. Yesterday was a great day and further to my report (see blog below on Blighty) I can safely say that at least viewed from central London Britain is a very nice place to be. The sun was shining all day, people speak English (such an easy language to understand) and are always cracking jokes. The shops are full of lovely things and I had as good a lunch in a French restaurant as I’ve ever had in France.
The worst part was the flight over. As I had to delay my trip due to the killer flu I was unable to arrive by train, my preferred method, but instead flew Ryanair.
To me, one of life’s great mysteries, along with the Bermuda Triangle and falling in love, is WHY air hostesses insist on standing over you when you’re fast asleep and yelling “any drinks?” in your ear. Can I just say to any air hostess who happens to reading this: if a person is sitting with their eyes shut and looking generally peaceful you can assume they are either asleep or dead. Neither of which state requires “any drinks”.
Anyway I slept pretty well last night but have woken up with a familiar pain in my throat and chest. This is unfortunate as Two Lipsticks and a Lover comes out in paperback today and I have seven hours of local radio interviews. The upside I suppose though is assuming I don’t have a coughing fit on air, I will at least sound suitably husky and sexy, which might sell a few more books.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007