liadnan

I love travelling. But in the "being in different places sense". Not in the "being on modes of transport" sense: it's so dull. Even worse are airport departure lounges, and worst of all is Gatwick North (Air Side). So say I. And when you have just too little time between coming in on one flight and leaving on another (until your fight isdelayed by that crucial 40 minutes) for it to be worth going into town....

Not that I have good reason to of course, it's just I'm painfully aware I'm not going "home". Boo hoo, poor me. Nothing forit but to become mildly sozzled I suppose... Apropos of which, only this morning I thought 5 euro was a bit too much for a half litr of wine. Which was ratherbetter stuff than the glass of red I've just paid more for.

And this keyboard is very hard work.

ETA: One other thing: I have really had enough of bloody BA. If I see another of their smug adverts I shall feel inclined to break something. Nor do I understand how my return trip on a crappy 737 last re-upholstered in the 70s from Jersey to Gatwick (flight time about half an hour) cost slightly more than my return trip from Gatwick to Athens on a plush Easyjet Airbus (flight time about three and a half hours). The vile glass of wine can't cost that much. And guess which one ran late.

(Then when I reached the place I was supposed to be moving in to last night, it transpired there'd been a change of regime since I booked (and paid) three weeks ago and the new management knew nothing about me, nor did they have an empty cottage. Not what you want when you come back from holiday... Still, they put me up in their swish penthouse hotel room while they sort it out.)