Home - at last! - home sweet home, where the houseplants have somehow survived a lounge drought, the bills, election promises, and a hundred broadband and TV offers, resemble the Himalayas under the letter flap. Back in time, importantly, to put jetlag on hold while I cycled to the polling booth to offer a desperate vote for relative sanity.
|Mutilation of the language by a few of the captains is tough on the ears. More disturbing, though, is what might happen in an emergency.|
Jetlag, and long-distance coughs, catarrh, and sneezing from Economy's germs continue, the political scene seems only more desperate, and as if in sympathy, my local Sainsbury's has marked up the price of most of the needs in my modest shopping list. 'Sorry, guv, but pre-tax profits was down eight per cent to only £50 million for the year.'
|Busyness of the Turks ... It's dawn at Istanbul airport, and as ever it's packed.|
But it's good to be home, and especially good to have arrived with the new story all but ready for a publisher's eyes. Or, more possibly, publishers' eyes.
I mentioned that I'd do the final read-through on the very long flight - 11 hours plus to Constantinople, then four hours or so to London. However, as ever Economy was all about economy of space, and to read the manuscript would have meant sharing it along the cramped row.
|Come and get it ... After a hard night of long distance flying, breakfast comes king-sized, and is delicious.|
It's better, though, to let a week or so pass so the story is a little less typeset in memory. In the meantime, I'm thinking of the sequel for 'Sailing to Purgatory' - ambush, imprisonment for the very long wait till the farcical trial began, then the longest criminal trial in England, before the deluded jury's words, delivered appropriately in a fine sub-class accent, an' that.
True - no embroidery necessary.
Excellent Turkish Airlines flights, by the by. It's a good airline, with a really gifted pilot on the flight south who brought the Airbus into Cape Town with the smoothest landing I've ever experienced in a lifetime of international flights.
But, oh, if only Turkish Airlines ensured the pilots were as familiar with the English language as their helpful cabin crew.
The mutilation of the language by a few of the captains is tough on the ears. More disturbing, though, is what might happen in an emergency. Hopefully, there'd be time for a stewardess to interpet for the captain so English-speaking passengers could know what's happening, too.
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