Cilento Fairy Tales: A Return to England I

An English Sunrise

So I'm now safely returned home after my week in the UK & I

really did miss my early morning sunrises - standing in my old

bedroom in the house I lived in from the ages of 11 to 19 &

glimpsing it on my final morning there was nowhere near as

breathtaking as standing on the terrace of Il Sogno

My flight to the UK was uneventful - the 'fun' began when we

landed early. I knew one of the guys from the office would be

picking me up, I just didn't know who (our son was busy

signmaking, so I knew it wouldn't be him). I whizzed through

the passport scanner, my suitcase was about 20th

onto the baggage carousel & I was in arrivals before I knew it.

I scanned the faces of everyone waiting for passengers & failed to

call the office & find out who drew the short straw" I thought to

myself. Only my mobile refused to co-operate - it steadfastly

refused to connect me to a network. I waited what seemed like

forever before trying again but the mobile was

definitely being a male & my pleas for it to connect

were ignored. So I enlisted the help of the guy on the

Tourist Information desk, who very kindly put out a

couple of calls for whoever was picking me up to come to the

desk. What seemed like hours went by & no-one arrived. One final

attempt at getting my mobile to connect, met by

failure once more.

Nothing for it but to beg the use of the Tourist guy's phone to call

the office - Mark answered, so it wasn't him meeting me.

I explained that my mobile wouldn't work, asked who was

picking me up & was told "Craig - he's there, hasn't he phoned

you?" Typical male, not listening to me! I told Mark where I was;

he said he'd phone Craig to let him know. Ten minutes later,

still no sign of Craig. Another phone call to Mark, whose

first words were, "I tried phoning you back". Grrr!!!

I had forgotten that Craig was a smoker so he was, of course,

standing outside in the Car Park where he could have

a cigarette or two (or more) while he waited for me.

Finally, over an hour after I'd walked out of the baggage hall, I

got into the car & set off on my journey to the office.

Cilento Fairy Tales