Holidaaaaay!
I am very near the end of two-job madness, not least because from today I am on holiday from Job 1 - hurrah! And I am currently sitting at Birmingham airport with a latte and lemon tart (actually I've just eaten the lemon tart, but pretend it's here looking picturesque...) :)
I was so organised this time, nicely packed the night before, partly packed a couple of days before that. Things booked and printed, and even the express lane booked for the airport and everything. I leave within my allocated time slot - okay, at the tippy end of it, but still, not late. I drive... Motorway...
Motorway closed between junctions... Oh no! Where is that? Where am I? Why didn't I buy the posh version of my Sat nav that told me things like that? More importantly where am I??? Back to trying to read a map and drive at the same time...
And of course my Sat nav just wants me to go back to the motorway, and the diversion isn't brilliantly signposted and it's full of giant trucks getting in the way of seeing the coloured-in triangles anyway... So I go the wrong way once, but catch it and turn around, and go-go-go...
And I get here. The barrier won't recognise my number plate this time, and no one's answering the button, but the other barrier has just worked, so I try that one. Nope. Drive back to the first one, and wonder if the cctv is recording the crazy lady... There's a ticket spat out... Is it mine? No idea, but there's no one else there, so I take it and hope I won't be charged twice...
And I eventually find a spot, and hurrah, luck, the bus is just arriving! So off to departures, with most of my time-for-emergencies used up.
And thank gods I booked the express lane (I am always doing that!), because there's massive queues, even at silly o'clock. I actually do whizz-express through - at least until I beep and have to do the nekkid-view scanner, then have my sandals swabbed, and then my bag has to be triple-checked (just when I thought I'd been so careful!)
Okay, through! Rush, rush, rush...
Flight delayed by an hour.
So ack, but on the other hand, breathe and post... :) And look forward to another week in Germany. Yeay!
How're you doing? It's been ages...
I was so organised this time, nicely packed the night before, partly packed a couple of days before that. Things booked and printed, and even the express lane booked for the airport and everything. I leave within my allocated time slot - okay, at the tippy end of it, but still, not late. I drive... Motorway...
Motorway closed between junctions... Oh no! Where is that? Where am I? Why didn't I buy the posh version of my Sat nav that told me things like that? More importantly where am I??? Back to trying to read a map and drive at the same time...
And of course my Sat nav just wants me to go back to the motorway, and the diversion isn't brilliantly signposted and it's full of giant trucks getting in the way of seeing the coloured-in triangles anyway... So I go the wrong way once, but catch it and turn around, and go-go-go...
And I get here. The barrier won't recognise my number plate this time, and no one's answering the button, but the other barrier has just worked, so I try that one. Nope. Drive back to the first one, and wonder if the cctv is recording the crazy lady... There's a ticket spat out... Is it mine? No idea, but there's no one else there, so I take it and hope I won't be charged twice...
And I eventually find a spot, and hurrah, luck, the bus is just arriving! So off to departures, with most of my time-for-emergencies used up.
And thank gods I booked the express lane (I am always doing that!), because there's massive queues, even at silly o'clock. I actually do whizz-express through - at least until I beep and have to do the nekkid-view scanner, then have my sandals swabbed, and then my bag has to be triple-checked (just when I thought I'd been so careful!)
Okay, through! Rush, rush, rush...
Flight delayed by an hour.
So ack, but on the other hand, breathe and post... :) And look forward to another week in Germany. Yeay!
How're you doing? It's been ages...