Holiday

Kerry drives us into town. There's enough time to go via Straiton to collect my varifocals and still get to Porty in time for a lift to the airport from Vicky. I also have time to post Megan her running gear, which she left behind after New Year.

At the airport everything is trouble free. We have enough time to get a few last minute books and provisions, but not enough time to get bored.

The flight to Doha is comfortable. Unfortunately Michele is on the other side of the plane and we have an Asian woman in our aisle seat who doesnt want to swap. She spends most of the flight with face mask and eye mask on, which makes.ot hard to get to.the toilet without disturbing her. So, we disturb her.

The food is good. There are lots of movies, but I opt for Charade instead of a modern blockbuster.

At Doha, no sooner than we get through transfer security, its time to board the next flight. Which is uneventful, but Michele is even further aways this time.

We eat the breakfast pizzas that I saved from the last flight, take a sleeping pill, and zonk out for a couple of hours. Before long the lights are back on and they're serving breakfast, or maybe it's lunch.