Up, up and away....
Words from a Bird. Day 112
So much for packing thoughtfully....zipping my case up for our journey to Gatwick, I had to release the extension zip. This is the equivalent of loosening your belt a couple of notches after a heavy meal, and I could almost hear my clothes breathe a sigh of relief. Miss R drove Mrs W and me to the airport (this was after we gaily drove past Mrs W's house at a rate of knots. Miss R was struggling with the demister, the radio and the satnav at the same time. Her multi tasking is impressive though selective...
Having reached the airport, a full tour of the multi storey car park was done, before realising we were in the wrong place. Cue Benny Hill theme tune, as we shot out of there in an anticlockwise spiral, finally locating the Valet Parking some distance away.
Having told us that there was no weight limit on our cases with British Airways, Miss R was mortified to be told that she was 6.5kg overweight. 'That'll be your wash bag, said helpful Brenda on the Check in desk. Well it wasn't actually...three hairdryers were the problem. Lovely Brenda decided to add all three suitcase weights together to avoid the excess luggage charge....kind Brenda...
Miss R and Mrs W are indulging in the purchase of the first of many 'extras'. I am expecting them back any minute with headphones (always forgotten) mints and tacky magazines. These will all end up on the plane floor at some time over Europe, along with empty Prosecco and Gordon's gin bottles. There will also be the remains of our second breakfasts (the one at 5.00am doesn't count) crisp packets and KitKat wrappers. Where's a wheelie bin when you need it?
So time to board.....I have a film to watch, but would imagine that after a couple of gin and tonics (there's no time in a plane so this is acceptable) it will go unmatched....
So much for packing thoughtfully....zipping my case up for our journey to Gatwick, I had to release the extension zip. This is the equivalent of loosening your belt a couple of notches after a heavy meal, and I could almost hear my clothes breathe a sigh of relief. Miss R drove Mrs W and me to the airport (this was after we gaily drove past Mrs W's house at a rate of knots. Miss R was struggling with the demister, the radio and the satnav at the same time. Her multi tasking is impressive though selective...
Having reached the airport, a full tour of the multi storey car park was done, before realising we were in the wrong place. Cue Benny Hill theme tune, as we shot out of there in an anticlockwise spiral, finally locating the Valet Parking some distance away.
Having told us that there was no weight limit on our cases with British Airways, Miss R was mortified to be told that she was 6.5kg overweight. 'That'll be your wash bag, said helpful Brenda on the Check in desk. Well it wasn't actually...three hairdryers were the problem. Lovely Brenda decided to add all three suitcase weights together to avoid the excess luggage charge....kind Brenda...
Miss R and Mrs W are indulging in the purchase of the first of many 'extras'. I am expecting them back any minute with headphones (always forgotten) mints and tacky magazines. These will all end up on the plane floor at some time over Europe, along with empty Prosecco and Gordon's gin bottles. There will also be the remains of our second breakfasts (the one at 5.00am doesn't count) crisp packets and KitKat wrappers. Where's a wheelie bin when you need it?
So time to board.....I have a film to watch, but would imagine that after a couple of gin and tonics (there's no time in a plane so this is acceptable) it will go unmatched....
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