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29th April
written by Dame Suzy

So I sit here waiting for my delayed flight, stuck here because I’ve made it past U.S. pre-clearance immigration. Luckily I was painfully hungry enough to have eaten a lovely filling breakfast in the main terminal beforehand (large croissant, orange juice, fruit, yogurt, ham and brie); otherwise I’d be a pissed-off camper. Cold enough to invite sniffles and have me in long sleeves, a sweater and a coat, I absorb the last of the bleck that is Dublin. I can count the number of smiles that have been returned on one hand – 3 fingers to be exact. Two in the airport in this dismal terminal. I guess the employees are starving for a little bit of joy too.

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