The mass of staff and trucks trying to sort out our new plane
Our Iberian jet never left Madrid
We sat on it for a bloody age until an engineer was called and after much scrambling up and off the aircraft we all saw him stand on the runway and give the pilot a cheerful thumbs down
The passengers gave a collective groan and our already sad psychi was effectively described by a German woman in business class who stood up and shouted “ ve arr fooked!!!”
We sat on the plane for another two hours until a replacement aircraft arrived right next to us
Then the pilot ( an impressively calm Spaniard with the look of Charlton Heston ) told us we had to get on three airport buses in order to embark the new airplane even though it was only 50 feet away
We duly got on the buses , which did a sharp circle only to arrive at the empty and functioning aircraft some 60 seconds later.
We stood on the buses another half hour until the new staff arrived on a minibus
Then galloped back to our new seats with the dignity of 150 teenagers at a school disco
Ruth and I got the giggles
Then we had to wait for the baggage to be transferred and a slot on the runway
We laughed some more,
Our return journey had equalled our first, but we had the best of times!
we got home well after midnight.
I was due to complete a twelve hour shift today and thank the lord for my friend and colleague Katrina , who has stepped in and kindly done my shift for me .
I cleaned up Bun and Weaver’s stomach heaving little tray and went to bed exhausted around 12.30 am
Leaving my luggage in the car,
And some happy times in my memory