Space, storms, and flying sunbeds (3rd March 2020)

I ring my mum as I walk along a deserted windswept harbour in Mallorca.

“Are you OK ?” she shouts …

me shouting back : “it is a bit deserted, but I guess its because there is a mad storm”

mum : “it is because of the virus, you might be trapped there forever”

“oh for goddess sake its not that” ….. I say as winds of dust swirl towards me.

I didn’t sleep last night as sunbeds were being blown around the pool and eventually blew into the water as staff shreak about at 2am and tried to fish them out…

I had a vision of lying in the sun in a floaty Kaftan and dipping my feet into the pool as I contemplated life and read books and snoozed like a cat in the midday magic… I am however wrapped in two duvets on a balcony freezing and thinking wtf !

I came for space and time alone and I defiantly got that… there isn’t a soul in sight …

sigh

Originally posted 3 MARCH 2020