Iceland

Effy,

Iceland was an ice-cream glacier with toady-eyed hobbits!

Turbulent ride back – plane being ping-ponged across the sky.

My hand got wedged in some guys crotch.

His GF is screaming at me, an overzealous Verdi soprano, with dragon-fire breath.

We are by the exit row, she has opened the door

The salt-water death is menacing from below.

My will is …

Plop!