Florence Trip - September 2025
I got up at 4am due to crippling anxiety driven by my OCD, just so I can take on the necessary last minute organising. A taxi my father had booked picked us up at 5:30am to take us to London Gatwick. After getting through security, we had breakfast at Wagamama, then sat and waited for the gate number while I charged my phone in a charging port as it hadn’t charged fully overnight. I am a nervous flyer; I only had my Frankenstein cat plushie from HMS Belfast as a comfort item, as well as a good book to keep me entertained. My adrenaline kicked in as soon as the cabin door closed and the gangway disconnected. It’s take off I find the most nerve wracking (self-explanatory), but as soon as we were at cruising height, I felt calm, then read a couple of chapters of my book whilst sipping on coffee served by the cabin crew as I didn’t get a chance to buy some at the airport. Once we had landed, (bounced like Tigger as soon as the wheels hit the runway!!) and got through the process...