"Hello?" I said quietly, trying not to disturb my fellow line-standers. My sister's lovely, groggy voice groggily said, "Is it you?"
"Of course it's me!" I laughed. "You've landed?" and we launched into animated chatter about how happy we were that the flight was over, and how many fun things we were going to do for a week. This discussion was satisfying to me as I inched forward in the long line. But I forgot to notice my voice as it pitched ever higher and louder in excitement. Looking up, I saw the people in line looking at me. The typical loud American. I even heard someone saying "Shh."
I apologized, and switched back to whispering.
They will be with me in two days, just after their Day 2 covid test (I think it is rather harsh for the government to expect two jet lagged people in their seventies to figure out yet another, different, covid test that if they get it wrong, someone might come looking for them; and if one or both their results are positive, they will be stalked and put into the prison hotel. I hardly think it's fair).
But the two new arrivals are now safely tucked up into their Great Western Railway reserved seats, winging their way toward me! It's about to get real loud around here, St Ives. And I can hardly wait.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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