Landed into
Heathrow, still an hour late; not good considering I couldn’t use the
connecting flights section. I had to collect my bag, exit via arrivals and go
back through to departures. Ugh!! Only two hours to do that. Security can be a
nightmare at Heathrow. La la la, it will be fine.
Arrived at
the luggage carousel and (im)patiently waited for my bag. After 15 minutes I was
getting very antsy, where was my bag like? This would be a most inopportune
time for it to get lost. The travel gods had better not give with one hand only
to take with the other. That would suck majorly! Connection flight is leaving
soon and bloody check-in will be closing soon also. La la la, not panicking, no
no no. Finally I see my bag. Grabbed it, tossed it onto a trolley and ploughed
out into the arrivals halls scanning signs for departures. Popped into the
elevator, out the gap and straight up to Aer Lingus desks. Check-in please!
Thankfully
security was deserted, sailed through, even managed to grab breakfast in Wonder
Tree. What was all the panic about like? Mwhahaha! Was served pancakes and
Yorkshire Tea, had to take photo and send to Lu (a bit mean since I think her teabag
stocks were practically depleted). Oh by the way, there are Christmas trees up
in Heathrow! And decorations!! Hamleys and John Lewis are overflowing with
them. How long was I away? I was sure I was supposed to come back the first
week of November like!!!
Boarded Aer
Lingus plane, again blessed with an empty row. The travel gods obviously
recognised the stress they caused with the baggage earlier and want me to rest
and enjoy this final leg. Landed in Cork airport at 11am to beautiful sunshine
and a grand crisp 6 degrees. Bloody birrr!!! Still, tis good to be home, or so
people say...
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