Fly Me away... Fly Me Away

And so it was that after an evening of continuous interruption by British Airways Staff,  and Films which I started and stopped, and men fighting about who was supposed to be sleeping did we arrive in London. 

The plane touched down, took 20 minutes to get "stairs", and then took 15 minutes to bus us to the correct terminal. 

We arrived in Security 20 minutes after our Departure Gate opened, and they said "it's okay you'll make it in plently of time. 

Twenty minutes later, we were through security - both of us having been stopped and -rescanned and frisked. 

We ran from one end of the terminal to the other.   I had not been in the toilet since the night before.  (Once I was comfy in that plane I was not moving, which also resulted in Elephantitis of the feets). 

Everyone was standing queued at our gate. 

And stood for 3o more minutes. 

Then we were directed on board.  

And on board we sat for another 30 minutes;  they told us that they took extra time, "to make sure all the bags were on board. 

Can you guess what happened when we got to Glasgow. 

Yes!  No Bags!