24 Hours at the Airport

I landed at Schiphol airport today around lunchtime. I flew in from Doha very early, I had to get up at 3.30am. I was still awake at 1.30am this morning; thanks to being so hungover yesterday that I didn't get out of bed until four in the afternoon. I checked into the Sheraton hotel with the idea of spa and gym and sauna. Instead, I wondered the oh so familiar airport aimlessly, bought stuff I didn't need in Rituals and went to Burger King. Then I slept. Now I'm back in the airport, I've just had dinner and waiting for my little man to arrive. I hope he doesn't cry too hard when he has to say goodbye. Even though he's happy in Qatar, and doesn't want to return back here, he finds goodbyes hard. Hopefully the new iPhone 6s and upcoming trip to the U.K. and many more presents will help today.....

I can't wait to give him a hug, I always worry when he's not with me. I think we will go for ice cream, I've missed his smile.