The last few days where mostly uneventful. We have gone out with me dressed in shortalls and onesie as before and it was really nice (and you can tell a bunch of people never paid me any attention, but sadly a few who did clearly showed disgust), but much less than when I was in France. With mommy we cuddled and watched show (we binge watched The Defenders like no-one) and such. They may have been some spankings and two baths involved. Why did Mommy wanted me to get some ? Maybe all the dust from cleaning out the flat and all those diapers she keep forcing me to wear... Let's not mention some leaks like the one that wet the sofa ...
Now, I started having more and more nightmares and difficulties to sleep as we get closer to the date for the trip back. The last night was pretty short so we got to the aiport way early. Little delay there, but nothing problematic. Birmingham had more staff than last time, so they didn't made us go through all the security again, and as for the previous trip, it's a really bad airport. Plane was delayed 30 minutes, and the only indication something was wrong was the fact the gate number was stuck on "gate announced in 5 minutes" for half an hour. Nobody could tell you anything about the plane and such. Then, they asked us to recheck the size of our luggage, I was pretty unhappy about it because it felt they were going to ask me for more money despite my luggage being the same as the previous trip with the same company. The luggage's tip fit in the hole, they didn't said much more as I was not going to let them trick me. We arrived 10 minutes late, but it was no problem, I had 3 hours waiting line before my train.
Surprisingly, in Paris, they landed us so far away from the main building and the luggage recovery I had to take a 15 minutes train ride to get back to the luggage then a 15 minutes walk to the train station, instead of landing just on top of the train station. Less time waiting at said train station. When I arrived there, it was a mass panic. All the computers were down, so no getting tickets, no getting information, no subway... still, since everything is programmed in advance and only the computers of this station were down, they managed getting information the old-fashionned way : with a blackboard and papers, made the subway free and for the trains... you had to pay inside the train to the people in it. They fixed it just before I took my train, and as far as I could see, didn't had too much delays. I forced myself to eat a sandwich (meaning all I eat all day with two babybottles of juice, two biscuits and one sandwich, but I was too stressed for more).
I miss the Scottish weather (the heatwave is still strong, so I'm already showing signs of overheating, but it's also likely from the lack of sleep and the stress) and I miss mommy and diapers more. Gods, all the nearly accidents since I've taken off my last diaper. But hey, it's life, gonna have to deal with it. My rash from walking double diapered to the toy'r'us (yeah, 1 hour walk back and forth with double diaper is a bad idea) and the toe are healing nicely.
