To Zumania or Bust!

Heathrow again! This time Terminal 3. My last flight 3 weeks ago was from Terminal 5 and the walk from terminal entrance to plane totalled 1.9 km. So far I have walked 1 Km in T3. Not great carrying a banana, and having left the walking stick in the minicab. The walking stick is Just In Case.

That’s not all that’s just in case. Literally.

See, I suffer from wild birds in the chest area. The proper medical term is Atrial Fibrillation which just means, owing to an electrical fault, the heart feels as if a bunch of wild birds are fighting to break free. Now and then. Not often. Really badly on the flight back from San Diego. (I told no-one until now.) But luckily I always carry emergency meds in my wallet so I necked them fast and the avian monsters were chemically pacified.

Unfortunately, reader, I forgot to replace them. So the meds are n the suitcase. And the suitcase is in the belly of the bird waiting to convey me from here to there.

The worst that can happen is a stroke. This would be a nuisance, not for me but for everyone else. Watch this space! If I survive the journey the next letter will be from Cape Town!

Strategies to Overcome the Raptor

Meditation

Reading

Movie

Herbal sleepers

Not going to use prayer. That’ll show You!

See ya….