Imagine the scene. It has been a wearying time. You left your hotel room at 11:00am on the final day of your much-needed holiday. You spent a final few hours trying to enjoy the last dregs of the Mediterranean town you have inhabited for a week, but at the back of your mind a voice is chanting with increasing volume: “I just want to get back home …”
At 3:00pm you, your holiday rep, and your bags are thankfully reunited at the local airport for the 5:30pm flight. The temperature outside is just below 30C. The queues for the ham and cheese paninis and coffee are long, and the Mediterranean males are shouting and stomping as they serve, while their resigned women sit quietly and take the money. The airport lounge is overcrowded and there are not enough seats. “I just want to get home,” you say to yourself. “I just want to get home.”
And then the announcement. It came from nowhere.