Note to self: Don’t have similar expereince with security on way back home as on way here!
I have to admit I am new to this whole travelling thing. The furthest I’ve gone away from home is to Cape Breton. And since that is like my second home, I didn’t have any moments of panic.
The whole customs search thing was different for me. As well as the passport thing. And flying for seven hours? Don’t even get me started.
So when I landed at Gatwick airport, I was a little unprepared for what was going to happen. I knew I had to go and collect my bags. I had to walk for miles to get to the almost out door.
And then it happened. There was the little man. With a big sign above him that said Declarations.
I’m sure that it meant me and the guilty secret I’ve been carrying around forever.
I don’t know how to work out splits when it comes to my running time. I can hear your gasps of shock and horror. I am so saddened.
Determined to enter this country with a clear conscience. I march over to the declaration man. I look him straight in the eye and I say.
“I have something to declare. Something which once I declare to you will make my trip here more enjoyable.” Deep breath. “I can’t do running splits.”
There I’ve declared it. I feel so much lighter. So much better.
With a confused look, he says to me. “That’s really nice Lovey. I can’t either. But do you have anything important to declare?”
It was pretty important to me. But I guess not.
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