I should be on the way to the airport right now.
Mix up with dates. Dates confuse me. Sure I selected the right date online but for some reason came through wrong – and neither I nor the person who checked the transfer docs earlier in the week noticed.
Had to try to make a phone call to sort it. But I couldn’t speak or explain on the phone. Had to end the call unresolved. (I don’t think that’s what people understand sometimes – it’s not just that I dislike speaking on the phone, I literally can’t sometimes).
Very, very close to a meltdown I managed to speak to the hotel receptionist and explain. Who was lovely and who has, I think, sorted it out.
I am still shaking. Can’t stop stimming and everyone is staring. Not helped by having to deal with sensory overload in the reception area. I will just be glad to get to the airport now.
I am not going anywhere again where I don’t either have transfers included or can get public transport.