The last few days things got a bit crazy when it came to our holiday. After we had some trouble getting our train tickets for the Eurostar we
jamaisneutral decided to e-mail the hotel we're staying at to confirm our booking. We got a mail back saying they didn't found our name, so "no we hadn't booked a room at their hotel. If we maybe could send some more info, sometimes the internet agencies book under their name..."
jamaisneutral mailed all the info we had received and we waited patiently for an answer... that didn't came.
jamaisneutral then surfed to the site we booked our trip through reading aloud some answer on a FAQ: "when you have received an email confirming your booking you shouldn't be worrying, everything will be fine."
We both checked our accounts: nothing. At that point panic was starting to set in.
jamaisneutral ever the confident, serious, relaxed person decided to call the agency. And called again. And emailed. And emailed again.
It was nice and not at all nerve wrecking! hem hem.
But yesterday we got confirmation so we'll get to see
Madscot" and slashers and whine about how J.K. fucked up the last book. She will, I just know it. And after the Harry Potter convention I'll get to buy lovely all stars and relax in London's many parks. Yay!