Whoamcoming: minuses and some pluses
Oh the ongoing appalling saga of wifi at O'Hare - due to the extreme mankiness of the website and the very unreliable nature of the connection, I appear to have paid 3 times for the same hour of really random internet connection. Grrrrr.
The flight was pretty much okay as flights go: because the lady in the seat next to me was having some kind of health crisis (and had several friends + various flight attendants on the case, so I felt that to intervene would be just intrusive), the flight attendant asked if I would be willing to move to another seat so lady in question could lie down.
Okay by me, especially as this was a move up to World Traveller Plus; the downside, however, being twits on both sides of the section leaving their window blinds up, so just as I was settling into some shuteye, dawn came up like thunder.
Presumably because I checked my bag incredibly early, it was pretty much the last one of the flight off the carousel, sigh.
However, there is now free wifi on the Heathrow Express, yay, 21st Century!
The other bit of news chez oursin, however, is that when I tried to ring partner at home from O'Hare, no reply. I later, like, just at the moment when I was going through security, got a call from his mobile (which in the circs I couldn't take), which struck me as a bit ominous, but it took quite a lot of failed calls and difficulties to finally converse and for me to find that partner had just gone into hospital for a minor, if unpleasant and rather embarrassing, condition that had suddenly arisen, and was being kept in overnight (last night).
And today the news is that he's being kept in another night at least. I walked up to the hospital (it is at least the nearest one, the downside to that being it's not that easy to get to, especially with our tube station out of commission) with various bits and bobs that he needed, in the horrible humid heat, to a hospital in which, once one starts penetrating to the wards, one realises that the airport terminal air of the very new bits exists on a substructure of workhouse infirmary and later developments and the whole thing Makes No Sense.
I have also unpacked, done two loads of washing, made bread, phoned the Aged Parent, and done various bits of outstanding personal financial administration (y o y would a major bank not have a contact number on their website for the department to speak to when they have put a block on one's card for a suspected dodgy transaction??? enquiring minds &C).
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