It's been a long road...

Today seems to have lasted forever - it started yesterday really when we had toast and jelly for breakfast and were escorted to the turnpike by JImmy windows...

We managed to arrive at the rental return, on time and in one peace with no major ipad incidents.

Then after some time sitting in the worst departure lounge in the world, boarded our flight to London; we left at six pm and arrived at almost 6 am (because of time difference.

Joyously we had the front row - all the leg space in the world; and despite thr seats bring narrower because of the inbuilt tray and TV.

At about 8.30 EST they put the lights off and pretended it was night; sadly we had the loudest woman behind us watching a comedy - it was hysterically funny; apparently .

We disembarked on time and headed thru security and customs (with no bags cause
They were going straight thru - but were directed to Gate 4a. / seriously all 'real' gate were 67 or 82.

When we got to the gate; it also said please wait here for the bus which will Take you to the JetMe plane which is operating on behalf of BA. Then, they said 'also is a very small plane - you can't take hand luggage, you need to check it in now.

Hmmm. It did not bode well.

Added to that the fact that I have discovered that wearing the same clothes for several days generates some kind of smell from me which attracts men - any man; is very worrying; himself had to rescue me from crazy mexican dude in the hotel; and the minute his back was turned in airport another crazy man started chatting incessantly to me.

Anyways. We get on the plane which looks like the test Jumbo which sits at the back of the airport near here - a tad overused; a bit tired and not the most confidence building item ever put forward .

As we sat there in our quite spacious seats - the bald one from Masterchef came on; the smell emanated from my top and as he approached he gave me the biggest wink - himself was sniggering like looney.

The woman in front whimpered a little bit and as soon as that crowd past, she was up and off - hopefully she picked up a bit of
Dirty smells - she did come back grinning.

As she retook her seat - Fat Boy Slim climbed on board - from the next mini bus. Yep, one tv personality; one mega rich DJ (Tooli said 'how the heck do you know who FBS is??!!). I said 'your dad even knew who
He was - cause we is cool'

He was far enough forward not to be distracted by smell.

Giggling to ourselves we said 'we better watch close in case Of any more famous peeps....

And then... Someone else came on board; and it took us a while to figure out who he was; but he walked by and the smell was rewarded by a 'yes its me smile'. (It actually took me texting k and saying 'the guy in the ad with Nessa'. Before we knew it was Ben Miller ).

And then the flight. jetme are danish and this one was controller by their first cabin officer who must have been descended from someone in the military.

She demonstrated the safety card with the biggest hand gestures i have ever seen; kept the other two cabin crew completely in control and synch with her.

Breakfast was served with lightning speed and collected before most people had started; people who got up to the loo ; only got to facilities if they didn't get in her way and they were sent to the corner if they did.

Even while we were being bounced around with turbulence she maintained air of military precision - and toilet doors were banged if you were in for 'too long'. It was a complete distraction from shonky plane and crazy turbulence and despite us leaving 25'minutes late - we made it to Glasgow in 55 Minutes.


K Was waiting for us and the money i was supposed to ask FBS for -(she says he has plenty i should have asked but i didnt :)



The we were home And we have spent the
Day doing this - just falling asleep when ever and where ever the need grabbed us; i think himself has teetered over again. He was on his way up earlier but hasn't arrived

So back to real world tomorrow.... Pft who am I kidding. This holiday is gonna take mr a month to recover from ... And guess where himself is going on Friday ... Camping with 30 Scouts!!!!

Talk about glutton for punishments