An addendum to my previous post. We were called, we boarded, then we sat there waiting for lots of passengers who had disappeared. Then we waited for a ground crew to unload the luggage of the disappeared passengers. Then the ground crew arrived and spent ages locating whatever luggage that should not be flying. What puzzles me is those passengers who decided not to fly must not have cared less about their luggage and left it to the machinations of Easyjet and Servisair.
In due course we left at 1.30, and arrived at Edinburgh in a sunny almost Spring like day, bit chilly for Spring, but it looked Spring like. So by the time I was in Edinburgh is was well past 3.30, so felt I was too late for work, so checked into my hotel. Good start to the week.
I am still sitting here in Luton airport, waiting and waiting. I am most definitely not flying. As I drove to Luton this morning the snow started to settle. A little longer journey than usual, due to the cautious nature of most drivers in the snow. Arrived in plenty of time, and watched several planes land. Departures were announced and off people flew. We were called and watched the incoming flight unload, and then nothing, and nothing not even an announcement and the traditional vanishing of everyone in authority.
The airport had closed, flights were cancelled, Malaga, Aberdeen, Galway, Germany. Ours though still hung on. Oh, one Easyjet helper said my flight to Edinburgh had been cancelled, but that was denied by all the other staff. Eventually the electronic boards were updated with information of the flight status, but why so long for the information? Why does it take so long to provide this information in an easy place to see when the information is known all the time?
I am sitting here at midday writing this after eating my free Easyjet flight meal, ie Starbucks coffee and a sandwich. The flight indicator says an estimated departure of 13.30, but I see the Glasgow flight with the same estimate has started to board. Maybe I will arrive in Edinburgh after all. I was a tad worried, the snow flurries outside had all started up again after a brief respite.
My flight has been called. Off I go, let’s hope I go to Edinburgh & not Prestwick.
Wednesday was slumming it night. Haggis, neaps and tatties in the Last Drop, named after the gallows on Grassmarket. Then on to Whistle Binkies for some musical entertainment.
Thursday, another nice but cold day. Stay in evening today. Spent the evening on the PC, but before that out for dinner at the Petit Paris. Opted for the pre 7.00 menu and had vol au vents for starters. These were filled with mussels, or rather one mussel and a delicious sauce. Then it was coq au vin for the main course. Of course this was all washed down with two large glasses of red wine. Yes I intend to have a pickled liver, I am fed up with being told what I can and cannot do by this Labour Government and the nanny advisors. Maybe when the death tax is introduced, Gordon will start to encourage us to drink and smoke.
Friday, another sunny day, though a tad on the cool side. I wish I could get my hotel room cool, was forced to open the window to let some cool air in, despite the heating being off. Now I am sitting waiting for my flight at Edinburgh airport.
A complaint about Edinburgh Airport. [Ed – Grumpy Old Man Moment.] It is being “developed” and so turned into a damn shopping mall. It’s going to become more crowded. I hope though, when it’s finished, that they will remove the food areas that presently congest the narrowest sections of the airport, where people stand in the way, stack their luggage, move their chairs and tables into the corridor and make it nearly impassable between sections of the airport. Yes you can negotiate the area when you have time, but in a rush its a right royal pain in the arse.
Oh I see the flight has started to board, so looks like it will be leaving on time. Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Up and off to work, no rain today. Today I went for supper at the Petit Paris and ate their special pre 7.00 pm value meal. Terrine to start with, and then tuna for the main course all washed down with a few glasses of vin de rouge.
Forgot to mention, I was proffered a glass of Kir Cassis on entry, a gift for a returning customer. Very thoughtful. Good meal. I will be returning. I see they have a special fondue evening next Tuesday.
Arrived in plenty of time, queues minimal in Luton, more staff on security, though lots of rug rats running around. Must be half term or something. Glad I am not flying to Faro, Easyjet don’t seem to have anyone to fly that plane. All the passengers on that flight have been sent back to the departure lounge. Must not crow though, my flight has not yet been called. Yes it has, so now must be off.
Arrived in Edinburgh, some sun was getting through to the ground, arrived at the office and was set up ready to go by 11.00am. All change though for lunchtime, now it is pouring with rain. How much more dismal can this weather be? Could be a taxi to the hotel, can’t get wet can I?
Cleared up, for the walk back to the hotel. My evening entertainment was a meal at the Mai Thai. Restaurant used to be by Holyrood, but seems to have moved up the Royal Mile. It’s not now run by Alistair, he left the business.