Travelling to Brussels by plane really makes you appreciate the joy of travelling by train.

I had an early flight out on Tuesday from London Gatwick and hated every minute of the journey. However, there was one redeeming factor. As I headed to Gate 109 in Gatwick North, holding on to the rail as the travelator(!) carried me onwards, I was all of a sudden embraced by the sound of birdsong. People were looking up to see where the Robin or Blackbird was hiding. Fantastic! There is no better sound in the world than birdsong in my books.

So as these 10 seconds of joy hit me, I was then shaken into the real world…the birdsong was part of a ‘piece of music’ that I can only describe as despairing. It is the composition that they play after a massage to ‘calm your senses’; it is the music that you find in Health Food Shops next to “Now That’s What I Call Whalesong’ CD and the ‘Wellness for Dummies’ book.

As you know I like to share my pain, so here it is for you all…
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