I'm Home

Quite a trip home if I'm honest.

I travelled from my dad's parents, to my mum's mum at midday and when I arrived, we checked the flights, watched the news and ate *rice porridge.* As it seemed EasyJet was still flying we dropped her dogs off at a friends and drove to the airport. We arrived at the airport around 7. She'd brought grapes and 10 of these amazing bars that I love and 2 bags of these chewy sweets and it was just SO good. I'm really glad I saw her again before I left because after I'd left the first time, I really didn't feel that I'd had enough time with her. We chatted until 10 minutes before I needed to go to my gate. I went through passport control and over to see if they'd given me a gate to go to yet.

I swore, dropped my bag to the floor and used it as a pillow. Lying on the airport floor I texted home that the flight was an hour delayed. I was most definitely not impressed. After a short while I dragged myself off the floor and walked down past the streets of closed shops that is Copenhagen Airport at night. I found some seats and scanned the people. At this point in time it was more or less only easy jet flights that hadn't been cancelled, and Standsted was the last flight of the night so I was basically looking at my fellow passengers. I spotted a cute blond guy and I dragged my bag over (seriously, it was so heavy that it's bruised my shoulder and I never bruise - stupid extra charge for non hand luggage bags) and sat down next to him. I asked where he was off to and he further emphasised my point and said he was going to Stansted. It dawned on me pretty quickly that he was a Dane and I switched languages.

So Dane and I got chatting, he's taking a year to study economics in the UK and he'd been over to visit family because of Easter. Seeing as we had some time to kill, we just carried on talking and when we finally got on the plane, I sat next to him. He was a really nice guy and he looked good. He had dark-blond hair, great biceps and extremely tempting lips. As the flight progressed I let my fingers trail over his thigh and I ensured that he was cool with that. By asking. Trademark Bluntness and all that. We talked about family, school, my sexual habits and preferences (they always crop up, is it something I say?) and his course, my ability to do stupid things without alcohol and the ridiculously high alcohol consumption of English friends (you know who you are) and just general stuff. We also mocked the small child kicking my seat (read: I mocked the small child kicking my seat).

We were starting to land and I looked at him and said, "So if I was to do something stupid or inappropriate, it wouldn't really matter because I'll probably never see you again, right?"
He said that it depends what I was planning on doing. I lent over and kissed him. It was good. He was a good kisser. When we stopped, he looked at me with a slanted smile and said, "you're halfway to crazy."
"Well, someone has to and besides, it's much more fun."

We carried on chatting, etc. until we landed and he went to get his luggage and I went out to find my mother. We chatted the whole way home and we missed the turning off the motorway so we weren't back until 3. At that point, I got some food and went to bed.

Today was spent enjoying chocolate bars, tidying my room, catching up on sleep and doing a little revision.