Still in the toon!!

It's 10am Sunday morning and after an incredibly early start, 3.30am wake up, 4.30am at the airport, I am now back at home. It was all going too well, smooth check in, no queues for security, no issues with liquids and plastic bags, didn't even have to take my shoes off or get frisked, a quick cuppa and on to the plane swiftly. Gearing up for take off , the guy next to me and Annie already passed out, and then comes a series of long announcements about techncal faults, fuel warning systems down, air hostesses quickening their struts up and down the aisle, men in yellow jackets piling in, the pilot wandering around with a troubled look trying to placate passengers who are dying to get irrate at the slightest hold up.

An hour or so later and the pilot announces they've decided to treat the plane as a computer and as a last stab in the dark, turn it off and turn it on again! A general muttering of not so convinced passengers, but Annie and I having sworn by this technique in the past are quietly hopeful.

But alas... it doesn't work, so off we get in a mad rush to the poor buggers working on the customer support desk who were happily filing their nails and having a good gossip before the crowds of fed up, tired folk with missed connections rock up with their demands. The man in green who got there first looking smug and watched as time went on and people realised they would miss their cruise, or their gig, or their granny's surprise birthday party. An hour or so of queueing but in happy spirits getting to know each other we finally get to the front, then back home again for us.... and we will do it all again at 4.50pm, but via Paris.