Eternity of Sojourner

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Paris & Caen
6th Jan, Friday

"....Ba-ba-na-na/ ba-ba-ba ba-ba-na-na- naaaaa/ ba-ba-ba..."

Ugh! Remind me why did I set a minion voice alarm in the first place?

Because you love them, duh! Something's seriously wrong with me.

I picked up my phone to dismiss the alarm. 7:30 am and two missed calls were written on the black wallpaper of my phone. Ignoring the calls I dropped my phone on the bed and slowly got up from the bed. My train to Caen is scheduled at 9:20, so I have some time to get ready without rushing.

Climbing down from the bed, I take out the clothes then head to the bathroom with my toiletry bag and a towel. Hotel towels are not my scene because this one time I was in-

Will you shut your sob story and hurry up? I'm hungry.

"You mean, I'm hungry and it was a sad story." I tell Shelly.

Yeah sure.

Scowling I close the bathroom door. Putting the towel and bag in a holder, I take out the toothbrush and paste. My bagged eyes stare back at me as I look in the bathroom mirror. Sighing I go on with my morning bathroom routine.

Half an hour passes before I exit from the steamy bathroom.

I put on my outfits, a little make-up, liptint. And done.

Putting some snacks, purse and my IDs and rest of my things in the small backpack, I arrange my camera bag more gently.

When I'm done, I put my boots on and head out with all my suitcase and other bags.

My photographer, Ian had to leave yesterday morning for an important family emergency. And we only had one day of work left so my prima donna editor suggested, I could manage a day of work alone. And me being one of their two travel columnist also doesn't help the case. Her charisma is a mighty influence there.

So not wanting to cause any ruckus, I didn't even try this time.

Seeing as I've already reached breakfast area, I take out my water bottle to fill it up. Then I order a plate of french toast, baked beans and tomatoes with Eccles cake and tea.

I thank the waiter taking the plate from him. I just started eating when my phone rang . 'Dad' is written on it as I take it out. I happily pick it up.

"Hey, dad! Done with morning run?"

"Hey you, pet, yeah I'm done. Preparing breakfast then will head out around 9."

"Hmm. Take it easy, will you? Doc said no over work" I say eating some beans.

"Yeah, and pick up when I call, will you? Doc said no stress." He said with a fake accusatory tone.

"No dad! I slept early yesterday and thought you weren't still done with morning run. I was going to call you later."

I put a forkful of egg in my mouth as he says, "So when are you coming back?"

Clearing my mouth I reply, "I'll go back to London on Sunday. I'll visit you after I submit my article."

"But, I thought we agreed on staying not visiting."
"Dad-"
"You haven't come home in thirteen months, Bluebell. And you live two hours away. Every time I try to visit you are not even in England!"