Thank you, Brexit!
A complete shambles here at Gare du Nord trying to check in for my 2 hour trip across the channel. It’s like the bad old days of flying, with long queues at every step.
By the way, don’t think I don’t realise what my complaining sounds like. I could rename this blog The extremely minor trials and tribulations of a wealthy privileged middle class white woman from a first world country with some truth. It doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue though, does it? Someone complained in our anonymous department survey earlier in the year that that was what my editorials were like. Clearly it stung and it’s stuck with me.