In the land of successes, I posted two boxes this morning, which should hopefully deal with my overweight baggage issues, and caught up with the gorgeous tommybarbarella for morning tea. Also, my flight is allegedly on time.
In the land of argh, I have failed to do at least five things I really wanted to do in London, including seeing
vashtan , so I will have to be back soon. Actual soon, not usual me soon. I am tired, deranged, and have such bags under my eyes that Louis Vuitton is considering using my face as a model for next season. Worse, Qantas say they feel I should not leave my gate in Germany, as things are dodgier there and they would like to have me around to leave asap if the weather closes in and the plane is there. I fear we are doomed,
catsintheattic ! Will try to message or call you!
But the Rembrandt is a genuinely lovely hotel at a very good price for what and where it is, and I have V&A-ed almost to my heart's content. I have the best friends and flist known to humankind, and London has actually been lovely, even with all the madness of the last nearly two days. All in all, I declare this day a possible success, and will upgrade it is I find myself in Sydney within the next 35 hours. Hell, 40, it's Christmas, I can be generous.
Dec. 22nd, 2009
In the land of successes, I posted two boxes this morning, which should hopefully deal with my overweight baggage issues, and caught up with the gorgeous tommybarbarella for morning tea. Also, my flight is allegedly on time.
In the land of argh, I have failed to do at least five things I really wanted to do in London, including seeing
vashtan , so I will have to be back soon. Actual soon, not usual me soon. I am tired, deranged, and have such bags under my eyes that Louis Vuitton is considering using my face as a model for next season. Worse, Qantas say they feel I should not leave my gate in Germany, as things are dodgier there and they would like to have me around to leave asap if the weather closes in and the plane is there. I fear we are doomed,
catsintheattic ! Will try to message or call you!
But the Rembrandt is a genuinely lovely hotel at a very good price for what and where it is, and I have V&A-ed almost to my heart's content. I have the best friends and flist known to humankind, and London has actually been lovely, even with all the madness of the last nearly two days. All in all, I declare this day a possible success, and will upgrade it is I find myself in Sydney within the next 35 hours. Hell, 40, it's Christmas, I can be generous.
Did you guess a city that starts with L and ends with ondon, on the shittest computer known to humankind? Well done!
BAA and BA both exhibited staggering uselessness as I waited for five hours for a flight that was cancelled, but no, we won't help you out with accommodation, as it's a code share.
'We can get you to Germany in the morning, though.'
'Yeah, I'm going to Sydney.'
'You're on your own for that bit.'
Luckily, I had already been on the phone to Qantas and secured a new flight for only the cost of one kidney. She had wanted to get me home late Christmas night ...
'Please,' I said, 'I am happy to throw money at this. I was trapped with the Eurostar and am a woman on the edge.'
'OK, I will see what I can do. Can I put you on hold?'
'Only if you promise no more I Still Call Australia Home, I am very close to desecrating the grave of Peter Allen at this point.'
Allegedly, I fly out a 11 tomrrow and in on Christmas Eve night. Hunny and Webb, I hope to see you both and all the others, but may be unconscious. Or in the Midlands ... If I get home, I BELIVE THAT EVERYONE WILL BE RECEIVING LOVELY ORIGAMI BIRDS for Christmas. And since this kyboard is poainfully shitful, on tht note, I leave you.
Did you guess a city that starts with L and ends with ondon, on the shittest computer known to humankind? Well done!
BAA and BA both exhibited staggering uselessness as I waited for five hours for a flight that was cancelled, but no, we won't help you out with accommodation, as it's a code share.
'We can get you to Germany in the morning, though.'
'Yeah, I'm going to Sydney.'
'You're on your own for that bit.'
Luckily, I had already been on the phone to Qantas and secured a new flight for only the cost of one kidney. She had wanted to get me home late Christmas night ...
'Please,' I said, 'I am happy to throw money at this. I was trapped with the Eurostar and am a woman on the edge.'
'OK, I will see what I can do. Can I put you on hold?'
'Only if you promise no more I Still Call Australia Home, I am very close to desecrating the grave of Peter Allen at this point.'
Allegedly, I fly out a 11 tomrrow and in on Christmas Eve night. Hunny and Webb, I hope to see you both and all the others, but may be unconscious. Or in the Midlands ... If I get home, I BELIVE THAT EVERYONE WILL BE RECEIVING LOVELY ORIGAMI BIRDS for Christmas. And since this kyboard is poainfully shitful, on tht note, I leave you.