Mrs Morris

Mrs Morris is my grumpy alter ego. She’s the neighbour who won’t be agreeing to any roof terraces, she has a zero tolerance policy about nonsense and she’s not afraid to voice an opinion. Mrs Morris is a force to be reckoned with indeed!

There’s something about the British Bank Holiday Weekend which causes complete chaos. The thrill of an extra day off work means the masses go crazy, airports are packed and inconsiderate neighbours get up and slam the front door at 4:30am, and with that rude awakening, Mrs Morris was in fine form getting to Heathrow this morning.

I travel frequently and am familiar with the Friday routine. Up and off at 5:30am. Straight through security and then on to the gate. The whole process takes an hour and is very relaxed.

Throw in the Bank Holiday and suddenly there are delays at security as we all stood watching a woman trying to squeeze another nail polish into a small plastic bag for ten minutes. In the end Mrs Morris stepped in and suggested that she throw something away in order to move things along.

Then a delay buying a coffee to be followed by being run over by a woman with a wheelie bag. Not an apology in sight.

Mrs Morris has already complained twice this week about rubbish not being bagged correctly so she’s on a bit of a rampage!

Let’s see how the rest of the morning goes!

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