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I have never watched any wedding on TV, so I wasn’t paying much attention to the Royal Wedding, beyond getting caught up in all the speculation on the Internet (and Instagram) over what Meghan Markle would wear. And yet on Saturday afternoon, much to the amusement of my family, I sat and watched the entire thing, from the guests arriving to the Duke and Duchess of Sussex’s first carriage ride.
I am one of those who likes to get to airports early. And I mean seriously early. I am not a fan of stress, especially when flying - probably a result of the ‘Incident of the Missed Flight’ many years ago, I make sure I am there at least two hours before any flight and on occasion in big cities known for its busy traffic, I have even arrived three and a half hours early. What this always leaves you with is a lot of time to spend at airports, and whether it’s palatable depends on the airport you are in.
Ladies’ handbags are these amazing things. Technically, I could have run off to the airport at any time earlier this month with just my handbag. I had my passport, Panadol, kohl pencil and lipstick, hairbrush, wallet with credit cards, resident card and innumerable, useless pieces of paper.
It’s a question that people have asked me many times over the years, sometimes in jest and often, not: Why is it that the media only wants to focus on bad news all the time? While answering this question in a specific context is easier, I had never really managed to come up with a reply that I was truly satisfied with.
The window of the stunning, silver RO55,000 car rolled down and a not so pretty hand came out to drop a 300bz shawarma wrapper, a 100bz juice carton right onto the street in front of the shop. I was at the gas station filling my car and automatically looked to see where the bin was. It wasn’t far, but I can appreciate that it could be too hot, too cold, the wrong day, the wrong month or the wrong year to approach an unknown rubbish bin.