Airport.

So here i am, waiting in Luton airport for a flight thats more delayed that my birth, (thats a lie) due the superiour orange troopers known as Easyjet. Usually, i would hit the duty free shops full of rubish, that, as my mother would say, "will end up in the back of my wardrobe". Fortunatley, my wardrobe doesnt have a back and currently is more of a floordrobe... With me trying to be nice and organised for once, i changed all my money over with a very nice man in the bueru de change (i think thats how its spelt) so i now cant buy anything here. Also, for my last dig at the airport, at precisley 8.50, being right this second, most of the cafes and shops are closing. How boring?
Anyway, i will get there eventually. We can hope, right?
Must dash to buy my last few diet cokes with my shrapnal rattling in the bottom of my purse before faithful Pret dies on me too.
Thanks for reading sunshine, Love you. Xxx