It felt very strange to reassure the scared flyer next to me (a first for me) and I was faintly disappointed when the plane touched down safely in Manchester ... however it has been a great meeting so far. I love spending time with my team and am starting to feel a little more like my old work-self, being fortunate enough to find myself growing in such a safe environment.
As predicted, tonight especially, I am gulping back the tears because I can't phone him. It. hurts. so. damn. much.
Another relatively big step in my progress today was that I saw a spider scurrying across the floor in my hotel bedroom, and actually chased it, yes, I ran after it - and stomped very hard on top of it, so that I can sleep soundly tonight. And after stomping on the damn thing, I twisted my shoe around so that it got ground into the carpet (apologies to de Vere hotels) thus ensuring that it was well and truly dead. When I get home, I'm going conker hunting as I read in yesterday's Telegraph that if you put a pile of them in each room, arachnids are put off by the smell. We'll see ....
Off to bed now to read for a while, then sleep, ready for the meeting and flight home tomorrow. You never know, the gods may smile on me and send me hurtling into a huge thunderstorm.