This week has been very exciting, I officially became a grandparent, Now this might seem a little weird since I am only 33 and I have no children but bare with me on this one.
Before she passed away I asked her “Omi, how did you survive those months,” she simply said in her strong German accent
“We did what we had to do, to survive.”
On the 21st September 2002, 10.50am. There I was standing in line ready to check in at Heathrow Airport. My oversized condom filled backpack weighted me down. It suddenly hit me, I had never been on a plane on my own. Mum in her panic state started befriending other panic struck mothers who were obviously sending their kids off for the first time.
With the knowledge that neither had visited before and Andrews ability to entice me to drink wine like water I knew it would be fairly safe to assume I would enjoy myself with the possibility of short term memory loss.
For me Fraggle is rediscovering my passion for adventure. I used to be a Traveller, I used to be adventurous, I also used to be a naive 18 year old, stood at the departure gates of Heathrow airport waving at two very worried adults, as I made my maiden voyage solo around the world.