…as Ronan Keating would say.
These past two weeks I don’t simply feel like I’ve been on a rollercoaster, I feel like I’ve wandered into an entire fairground …the abandoned kind where the clowns are scary not funny.
My head has been spinning, my emotions have been up, then down, then up, then down, and I’m on a permanent sugar rush from eating too many sweets.
Why? I hear you ask.
Well, because, as many of you already know, I’m stuck in the UK, trying to get back to my home, my life and my dog in Fethiye. I was one of the 100 Brits and Turks who took a giant leap of faith and booked a ticket on the now ill-fated flight from Stansted to Dalaman.
It Was Worth A Try
Although I can hear mutterings of ‘it was never going to happen anyway’ and ‘it’s a scam’ we had faith in all the people involved, especially those who were trying to make it happen so they themselves could get back home.
But despite the organisers working fifteen hour days and having to put up with a lot of pressure from potential passengers, four date changes, different reasons for delays coming from various people in authority, landing permission it appears was finally denied despite having been given the go ahead verbally.
As for the scam angle – we have all been refunded the entire amount that we paid. So if it was a scam, it was a very badly thought out one!
For all of you out there still thinking we are a sandwich short of a picnic, please just take a minute to think about the mums trying to get back to their kids, wives trying to get back to their husbands, the girl trying to get back to continue essential medical treatment, the guy trying to get back with his wife’s medication and, sadly, the two Turkish citizens who were trying to get back to see a sick parent, both of whom have now sadly passed away.
None of us asked for this to happen, none of us expected it to happen so quickly, none of us thought it would take so long for everything to get back to normal. But that’s the way it is. That’s what we are coming to terms with. That’s life.
The Waiting Game
And, so, while I wait it out at mum’s, I find myself opening the curtains too loudly, loading the washing machine incorrectly, folding the ironing board up the wrong way, filling up the kettle too much and putting the dishes on the drainer in the wrong order. Oh the joy’s of living with your mum again at 50!
But mustn’t complain; I’ve got a bed to sleep in, I’m eating food I’m not having to pay for and the sun is shining. Ok, so the old girl is still chuckling at her farts a fair bit and has added burping to her repertoire but I’d better keep quiet or I’ll find myself sleeping in the shed…
Until next time my friends. Stay safe. Stay cool. Stay home.
This article was written for Fethiye Times by Sian Midgley
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