The Best Laid Plans

I actually thought it was a wind-up when I received 

the texts from easyJet as we walked through

the front door of our daughter's home in Solihull.

Hubby had flown into Stansted the evening before,

to join me for the last 3 nights of my month long stay in the UK,

and we were due to fly home together on

Friday 12th December.

Unfortunately, it wasn't - there it was in black & white
(or rather, black, yellow & blue) - I'd got to try and
transfer us both onto another flight.
Our daughter got out her laptop & I used my
easyJet mobile app so that hubby and I could co-ordinate
the transfer, but just as I was checking availability,
a call came in & because I made the mistake of rejecting it,
rather than letting it ring, I was locked out of the app
for 15 minutes; result: hubby managed to get on a Saturday
morning flight, I couldn't get on a flight until Sunday lunchtime.

So the one thing I'd been trying to avoid - saying goodbye to
hubby at the airport as he flew back to Naples without me -
was going to happen after all.
And it was one of the hardest goodbyes I've ever had to make.