Oooh I can feel that down on the Costa feeling, not long to go now and we will be landing - deep vein thrombosis permitting - on the runway of Malaga Airport. I love that airport, I love the walk from the plane to the luggage, the squeaky floor, the low ceiling and the tourism posters. It's a beautiful piece of architecture, it feels so swinging stylish. It must have taken years to build, you know what the spanish are like.
Yep, just got a few loose ends to tie up and I shall enter that euphoric holiday coming feeling at work, the cavalier attitude creeps in where you cut corners knowing full well it will be out of your hands - and blame - next week. I love the impulsive holiday splash out where you buy something in Top Shop for the 'holiday' just because you can, I love the magazine I buy at the airport which I wouldn't normally buy in the real world, I think last time it was 'Real Woman'. I especially like that "look at me I'm going somewhere foreign feeling" that I ooze at airports, Oooh and I do LOVE a take off ..........Una Paloma Blanca!
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