In which |Rai and Brammers are delayed
Dec. 20th, 2009 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonWhere I went wrong was in being grateful for our luck before we had finished using it.
Still, it looks as though our flight will still be flying, if up to 90 minutes late. Which gate it will be leaving from is a yet as unresolved mystery, but we have faith that we will know soon. Alas, the two it keeps switching between are at the opposite ends of the terminal, literally. So we have ensconcecd ourselves in the middle.
Happily, across from us are two extremely pretty young men, one blond, one brunet, but not the least bit H/D, because that would be too weird for words. Nevertheless, scenic.
Rai has gone for an adventure to see if she can find news of the gate, I have snaffled a small trolley for our hand luggage, and FINALLY the I cannot remember how to speak French, only Italian brain damage has come in handy as I found an Italian couple who appeared to have finished with theirs and was able to ask for it politely. Whether it was my obvious attempt at decent pronunciation or by slightly crazed look of please god do not make me carry that backpack any further, I will never know, but the trolley is ours and the Italians looked pleased to have helped a woman so clearly to the edge.
Rai has returned with good news, the flight is definitely expected, and definitely at 32. I am going to remind the universe that it owes me for all the running over and that a cessation of the buggerising about at this point would be received wioth gratitude. Many thanks to those who have been leaving encouraging notes along the way, short internet connections have seen me unable to reply, but I hope to have a proper connection back in London.
Ah London, I really do love you ...
BTW, Rai says the drawing exhibition at the Louvre is really good. I spent the afternoon giggling at Netherlandish and German Renaissance works, so I missed it, alas.
Still, it looks as though our flight will still be flying, if up to 90 minutes late. Which gate it will be leaving from is a yet as unresolved mystery, but we have faith that we will know soon. Alas, the two it keeps switching between are at the opposite ends of the terminal, literally. So we have ensconcecd ourselves in the middle.
Happily, across from us are two extremely pretty young men, one blond, one brunet, but not the least bit H/D, because that would be too weird for words. Nevertheless, scenic.
Rai has gone for an adventure to see if she can find news of the gate, I have snaffled a small trolley for our hand luggage, and FINALLY the I cannot remember how to speak French, only Italian brain damage has come in handy as I found an Italian couple who appeared to have finished with theirs and was able to ask for it politely. Whether it was my obvious attempt at decent pronunciation or by slightly crazed look of please god do not make me carry that backpack any further, I will never know, but the trolley is ours and the Italians looked pleased to have helped a woman so clearly to the edge.
Rai has returned with good news, the flight is definitely expected, and definitely at 32. I am going to remind the universe that it owes me for all the running over and that a cessation of the buggerising about at this point would be received wioth gratitude. Many thanks to those who have been leaving encouraging notes along the way, short internet connections have seen me unable to reply, but I hope to have a proper connection back in London.
Ah London, I really do love you ...
BTW, Rai says the drawing exhibition at the Louvre is really good. I spent the afternoon giggling at Netherlandish and German Renaissance works, so I missed it, alas.
