Arrived fine in the UK. As per usual my bag was lost in London...and if you all recall, this happened last year! I swear I'm black listed on the baggage handlers' list.
Got through customs and immigration in about 45 minutes and had three hours before our flight. Matt proceeded to sleep on the chair, but kept knocking his stinky feet against my head so I sat up and before I could readjust some one sat down next to me, so no sleepy time for Katie. Got on plane and was delayed because there was a helicopter emergency on the runway. Sleep for twenty minutes on tarmac and took off. We were still climbing above London when the crew of six threw sandwiches at us. I hadn't even gotten the plastic off when we started to descend into Manchester and the threw a glass of water at me and hovered giving me a look of hurry up and eat becasue I have to collect your rubbish. The captain then informed us that due to security reasons beyond his control some of our bags had been left in London, but he reassured us that they were already on the plane behind us and would be delivered to our house.
Twenty four hours later I'm still in the same dirty jeans that I spilled a double jack and coke on during the flight from SFO. I went to ask for another, but the trolley dolly kindly informed me that we had drank them all. Called Brithish Airways and they still have no idea where our bags are but they said anything I have to buy they'll reimburse me. Lucky me! So I went to Wigans new mall the Grand Arcade today and did a bit of shopping. Might go again tomorrow and pick up some jeans and a dress for that "nice dinner I have to go to." ;)
Anyways, with Charlie now haveing a beer but still seriously jet lagged. Hugs and kisses, talk to you all soon.
04 May 2007
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