Down the rabbit hole…
One last adventure…getting to the airport. It has been a fairly smooth trip so far and we are only 20 miles from the airport so we didn’t expect any complications. We forgot the old adage to expect the unexpected. We did have a cushion of time built into our plans which saved us.
We’re bopping along the M40 when we notice there is a backup forming. Since we still had a few more miles to go I pulled into the far right lane and handily pass the whole mess. Just get back up to speed and there is another back up and a reader board that says the M40 is closed one exit before we need to get off and we are stuck in a slow crawl. Lauri is quickly looking for alternative routes and discovers there is an exit ahead and we can take side roads but the traffic slows down to a total stop and go, one car length every couple of minutes.
Turned out that wasn’t an exit but merely an onramp only and it gets even slower. We inch up next to a van whose sign says they do highway maintenance and ask what is going on. He doesn’t give us any more information than we already knew but that the delay is expected to last up to two hours. Ummm we didn’t plan that much extra time and now we are at a dead stop, I turned the engine off to conserve gas. We discuss our options, not many at this point, and prepared to text Cindy’s husband to get him to help us with contacting the car rental and airline when we start moving again. I push back into the far right lane thinking I’ll do a bit of “queue jumping” if needed. It wasn’t needed, the highway was wide open, I floored it to 85mph (not kilometers) and we made it on time.
According to our tickets we leave at 3:10pm and arrive at 4:40pm…sweet only an hour and a half…except for that whole time space continuum thing. Jet lag is true and it messes with you. I could swear we had an audience with the Queen, who apologized for the things we couldn’t see or do because of the different things she had to attend. She was very gracious and shows us around Buckingham. Then she got called out of the room and left us there for a while.
Laurie spotted a calendar; it was large and very interesting so she pulled it out of its protective sleeve to look at the pictures. It was beautiful and from the 1700’s. “We have to put that back Lauri before she comes back. She can cut off our heads”, urge Cindy and Judy. “I can’t get it back in its sleeve”, cries a panicked Lauri. I rush to help her and get it back in its sleeve just in time to slip it back under her chair where Lauri found it. We all pretend to look at the ceiling when the Queen comes back into the room. “Oh I love these kinds of ceilings” exclaims Cindy to which we all agree. Yet this ceiling looks strange, I recognize it but I don’t know where I’ve seen it before…oh wait it is my bedroom ceiling. Seems I’ve just had a midsummer’s night dream.
Until my next adventure I bid you farewell. Thanks for reading along I hope you have enjoyed it.
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