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blamebrampton) wrote2009-12-25 02:45 am
blamebrampton) wrote2009-12-25 02:45 am
Ahhhhh ...
It is Christmas.
I am home.
The cats are still talking to me and Mr Brammers has gone to move all of his books off the bed.
Truly it is a time of joy at Chez Brammers, and we would like to thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calanthe_fics , raitala , pingrid , Qantas, the Heathrow Express, several thoroughly decent cabbies and the Rembrant Hotel for making it possible without me actually ever descending into the screaming tanty that threatened. Especially the Qantas woman who did not put me back onto Peter Allen hold music. She is a saint.
No love at all to BA, BAA or Eurostar, nor to people who fly with tiny babies and then proceed to spend the entire evening CHATTING LOUDLY about how difficult it is long after the actual baby has cried itself to sleep (because the baby cannot help itself, but you, adults, you can), nor to the man with the obnoxious feet who took his shoes off across the aisle from me.
Mr Brammers even made my laptop work again. And now, for some unconsciousness ... Tomorrow or the day after I will address my shameful lack of comment responses, but five minutes a day on the lobby computer has not been helpful ...
I am home.
The cats are still talking to me and Mr Brammers has gone to move all of his books off the bed.
Truly it is a time of joy at Chez Brammers, and we would like to thank
calanthe_fics , raitala , pingrid , Qantas, the Heathrow Express, several thoroughly decent cabbies and the Rembrant Hotel for making it possible without me actually ever descending into the screaming tanty that threatened. Especially the Qantas woman who did not put me back onto Peter Allen hold music. She is a saint.No love at all to BA, BAA or Eurostar, nor to people who fly with tiny babies and then proceed to spend the entire evening CHATTING LOUDLY about how difficult it is long after the actual baby has cried itself to sleep (because the baby cannot help itself, but you, adults, you can), nor to the man with the obnoxious feet who took his shoes off across the aisle from me.
Mr Brammers even made my laptop work again. And now, for some unconsciousness ... Tomorrow or the day after I will address my shameful lack of comment responses, but five minutes a day on the lobby computer has not been helpful ...
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And, Mr BoS is a keen cyclist, so I was just remembering when I was ...
Alas, dinner tonight with friends, need to be awake till 10 at least. Urgh ...
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You had such a man.
And a large bag.
And did not knock the one over the head with a brick in order to stuff him into the other and bring him back for me??
No gold stars for Brammers!
But it *is* good to hear that you got back safely after all that drama - I'll bet your own bed has never felt so comfortable.
big kisses
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