Airports are really becoming the bane of my life.
I shouldn’t worry about them, to be honest I wouldn’t call it worry. It’s just concern.
I’m concerned that they aren’t going to believe me is me.
I’m concerned that a coffee just cost me £6.
I’m concerned when they give you the tiny snub nosed knives as if you’re the one they think is going to go on a rampage.
It concerns me that a small booklet with my face in is the reason I can or cannot move around the planet I was born on.
It concerns me that they put an NFC chip in the thing so it activates my phone whenever they’re in the same pocket.
It concerns me that my whole life is in this bag and i’m still 4KG under the 15KG carry on limit.