Our columnist was breathless with excitement as she waited at the airport for the arrival of her son — after a two-year absence.
As I stood in the airport arrival hall, scanning the faces of weary travellers, my excitement was beginning to affect my breathing. If my son didn’t hurry up, I was in danger of hyperventilating, which would force me to go to the McDonald’s outlet upstairs to get a paper bag to assist my breathing.
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