Almost Gone

Oh boy, what a day. Another 8am until 9pm action special.

Work was mostly good. N announced that she’d forgotten to put on underwear in the rush to get herself out to work and her wee boy away to nursery. C and N then had a discussion about the sanitary implications, while I tried to concentrate on the job in hand.

We had one “walk in” customer constituent, with a depressing story of antisocial behaviour by neighbours. We get a lot of that. Its depressing in itself, but there’s also the  frustration of everyone involved being (seemingly) powerless to do anything to fix the problem - until there’s a serious crime and then the police feel obliged to act.

The good news?

Air France and Royal Air Maroc have the same cabin bag allowances, so (in theory) all should be well on that. It’s the same with the checked in bag, but usually 23kg is enough.

More good news! I have a cabin bag which fits their size rules. 

The bad news? Well, I have to get away from Brexit for 10 days, so let’s start now.   

My first visit to Morocco was Easter 1973. My second was December 2009. It’s good to be going back.