19 February 2015

I called Dad when I got home.  He had already been in touch with his financial planner about his stock portfolio.  His planner had assured him that even though he did have airline stocks in his portfolio, the portfolio was diversified enough that it wouldn’t affect his overall standing.  Besides Dad informed me “when you started talking all doom and gloom about Ebola, I called Mike and told him your thoughts so he has been trading out of stocks for the last couple of weeks.”  Mike even thinks that it might be a good time to start buying again.  He says that people will get all emotional and panic sell.  Dad’s going to see what happens in the next couple of days before making a decision and call me before he does.  His theory is, people are always going to want to travel and the easiest and fastest way to do that is flying.  So he’s looking to buy back into airlines who have a long market history and good brand.”

Doom and Gloom! Humph!

I wasn’t sure whether it was a complement or not.

I decided that I was going to take it as one.

16th February 2015

Today there’s been a media fire storm.

Today we had our first case of Ebola in Australia.

A young family returning from holidaying with family in the UK were isolated mid-flight.  Apparently the baby started to show symptoms about 9 hours into the flight.  Most obviously vomiting.  The cabin crew removed the family to the crew area away from all other passengers, then crew members took turns standing guard outside the door for the remainder of the flight.  When the Airbus 380 landed in Australia they were met with doctors in hazmat suits.

The crew worked hard to allay the fears of the remaining passengers, on arrival there was a panic and a rush for people to disembark the plane.  The young family were held on the plane until after the last passenger had left the plane.

The father of the little boy, said they understood the need for isolation, what was inhumane was they had no proper running water to tend their sick child.  And no where to lie down and rest for the remainder of the journey.  They would be considering their options.

There will be a damn ambulance chaser after that.  Grrrr!  No wonder lawyers get a bad rap, when there are people in the world who are prepared to prey on others misery/emotions.  What they need is someone to mediate and get them to remove the emotion and see things clearly and rationally.

It doesn’t help when our  PM is accusing the UK of lax airport screening procedures.  IF someone is asymptomatic at the time of processing how on earth are airport staff going to spot a sick person.  Especially a baby that can be colicky.

I must ring Dad tomorrow and get him to check his stock portfolio and see if there are any airline stocks there and how much of the portfolio they make up.  I really needed to have done it last week, but with everything going on with the heatwave and Richard I completely forgot.


28th January 2015

In the news this morning they had an update on the three MSF volunteers that were on the flight back from Casablanca.  The two that had vomited on the plane had been tested for the Ebola virus and the results had come back negative.  However all three would remain in quarantine for 21 days.

I sent a txt to Ethan this morning to tell him to stockpile some food for him and Katie.



This was his reply:




26th January 2015

I phoned Ethan today to find out if he was Ok and why on earth the was down in Southwark. Turns out he went down there to see an Australian Blues and Roots band and buy some weed.  The Idiot.  Quite accidentally he got caught in the melee.

He then proceeded to tell me what happened and even though I wasn’t there I was quite scared.  What started as a peaceful protest against the cancelled airline flights, turned ugly when someone threw something at police.  Then everything escalated out of hand.  Whatever people could get their hands on was thrown; fires were lit in the streets; cars overturned; shop fronts vandalised, windows smashed and looted.

The police pulled back before coming with reinforcements but by then the crowd was already out of control.  Ethan and his friends, while not in the thick of it, were picked on by a group of angry youth.  That was when Ethan got kicked in the head.  About that time police reinforcements arrived and the rioters turned their attention to the police.  Thankfully it gave Ethan and his mates an opportunity to escape down an alleyway and over a wall.  They made their way out through backyards.  Ethan then collapsed with concussion and woke up in hospital.

He’s been told not to go to work for the rest of the week.

Then he swore me to secrecy.

Mum and Dad would have kittens if they found out.

25th January 2015

I got a phone call in the middle of the night last night from a doctor at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital.  Phone calls in the middle of the night are scary at the best of times, then when the person on the other end tells you they’re a doctor…

I knew it was going to be about Ethan and the Southwark Riots.

The doctor told me that Ethan was fine, he had sustained a couple of lacerations and one above his eye had required stitches.  He was particularly lucky the one above his eye was not more serious.  He also suffered a serious knock to the head so they were keeping him in for observation, but he should be able to go home tomorrow.

I’m glad they couldn’t get hold of Mum and Dad, they would have been beside themselves.

I was too alert to go back to sleep after the call so I got up and made myself a cup of tea to calm my nerves.  I decided to read about the riots.  Instead there was breaking news of a flight from Casablanca to New York.

“Earlier today a plane on route from Casablanca to New York encountered severe turbulence.  Consequently inducing vomiting in dozens of passengers, including 2 (of 3) MSF volunteers returning to the U.S. from Liberia.  Neither of the turbulence affected MSF volunteers showed signs of a fever.  However as a precautionary measure and in accordance with strict CDC guidelines the pilot immediately notified the CDC.  Two air stewards then donned personal protective equipment including face mask, gloves and apron before moving the MSF volunteers to seats in air crew rest area.  

Passengers witnessing the removal of the volunteers immediately suspected Ebola and messaged friends and family using the flight’s internet connection.  All three MSF volunteers were quarantined on arrival at JFK.  All other passengers have been interviewed to capture detailed contact information.  Passengers interviewed as they departed the Casablanca to NY flight have expressed their fear of infection.”

“And in related news there are now reports that airline stocks have dropped 15% in final hour of trading.”

Wow, things are really starting to heat up, I wonder what’s next?

I really must get back to sleep though if I am going to be functional at work in a few hours.

3rd January 2015

My brother called.  As I predicted he was his ever charming, contrite self.  I finally heard the full story of why how he managed to miss his flight to Greece.  And it is more disturbing than I imagined.  Turns out he arrived at airport almost directly from the NYE party.  He even managed to board the plane.  I’ve seen the photos on Instagram from the party and I am surprised they let him on the plane.

I have to give my brother credit.  He knows how to talk his way out of, or into anything.  I’m positive he could sell ice to eskimos.

Everything was fine until he vomited on the plane.  Despite the photographic evidence (and the fact he probably smelt like a brewery) that the blood around his eyes was a part of his costume and the vomiting was well…

He couldn’t talk himself out of this predicament.

Because of the Ebola crisis in West Africa airports are on high alert and he was unceremoniously ejected from the plane.  Then held in isolation for 5 hours until they could be sure that he didn’t have Ebola.

Ha! Serves him right.

I can’t imagine Boarder Security were all that impressed.  Wasting their time like that.  Next thing you know he’ll be asking for the money to pay for the fine.  I hate to think how much that is going to cost him.