Just got home from work. Before walking into my house I stood in the street feeling strangely freaked out without being able to put my finger on why. Something felt… weird.
It took an entire minute before I realised what it was: NO PLANES. I live on the Heathrow flightpath and Heathrow, of course, is closed, thanks to that ash cloud from the volcano in Iceland. Obviously I’d been aware all day that I’d get home and find everything quiet, but I’d completely forgotten about it until my Spider Senses told me that something was off.
I don’t like it. I want the planes back!