It's a metaphor, see. I'm in Dubai for a few days to work.
Yesterday(?) I flew to Dubai. The airport is still in duty free provider hand over so a bit chaotic. I usually despise those people who fill the lockers with their luggage but there I was with small wheelie bag, rucksack, cross body bag, coat and a cardboard poster tube. I asked if I needed to check the tube and the qantas check in girl just wanted to know what was in it and told me to carry it. Of course, mine was the bag chosen for random searching and my careful packing was rummaged through. I'll be ditching the cardboard tube but with temperatures of less than 10 on Scotland and ranging to a high of 14 and rainy in Dubai I reckoned I had to bring the quilted rain puffy thing.
Glory be I got an upgrade at the gate so was able to stuff all that stuff away with no complaints. It was super nice to have that for 14 hours and I watched Olive Kitteridge. What a difficult, unlikeable, kind and true character. What could be better than a great ending with Frances Mcdormand and Bill Murray. Highly recommend.
I got to the hotel around 2. My driver was playing something haunting and beautiful which he told me was verses from the Koran.
I'm staying at the Crowne Plaza but super sad they've stopped doing the This Works pillow spray and sleep aid. Still they have a pillow menu including an Igusa pillow filled with "Igusa grass that absorbs humidity and heat"