The English Maximalista

For those of you who have been concerned about the state of my wellbeing, after the final cryptic words of my previous blog, I thought it would be considerate to let you all know that I am alive!

The High Roller Ferris wheel did not collapse while I was on it. Neither did I plunge to my death. My palpitations did not precipitate a panic attack, stroke, or heart attack.

You may be impressed that I didn’t scream once. In fact, I barely spoke at all. Except to answer the Top Banana’s occasional questions of concern. “Are you okay?” To which my invariable response was, “I shall be okay once this stupid ride is bloody over!”

Or words to that effect.

In all honesty, the worst part was after the 27 minute [and 32 second] ride was over… when we had to walk down a metal catwalk from the platform to the ground in order to get to the exit.

This catwalk had safety railings, naturally. Through which one could see the ground. Three storeys below. I didn’t like that part at all.

Anyway, I got home yesterday. Safe and sound!

Lots of love,

M xo