Today it's all about Covid and it's long reaching affects.
I had planned to put in my application to teach at Palmetto next year and all the patterns were ready to send. All I had to do was get the application form done (it all has to be in by December 1st) and send it off with the patterns but before I did that I thought I'd better check with my travel agent about flights.
My dear friend, who I spend the last week of my trip with, has moved house and is now nearer to another airport so I thought I'd check if I could do the return flight from there. That's when things went down the pan.
The lass at the travel agent couldn't help at all. She said they'd no idea how flights were going to be next year (looking at August) and couldn't give me any advice at all. It seems that the airlines aren't going to be getting back to 'normal' anytime soon.
This means that I'm not going to try to 'fly the pond' next year as I don't want to be put in the predicament where flights are suddenly cancelled or changed or even more transfer problems too. I think old age is creeping up and I'm not prepared to give myself the worry of taking the trip.
I'm just so sad.
The final leaf!