Hell Yeah.
Although the tears that I shed at the airport were definitely heartfelt, this emotion was superseded by relief. Relief that I can now choose my own meal times, relief that my bottom is the only one that I will be wiping from now on. Relief, just pure and utter relief!
Well that was until Lo and I went to check in.
'Your bags are 16k over, you will have to pay'. Have I mentioned that I hate Easyjet. I was broke and still had a week of entertaining my guest to do on the pound sterling and they were asking me to fork out 189 euros......there was nothing else for it, I turned on the water works and pleaded.
In between gulps of laughter that I managed to disguise as hysteria (successfully I hoped) my travel companion tried to distance herself, but no way I needed her. 'Rub my back Lo' I asked, 'I am going to open the floodgates' I warned.
To our relief five minutes later the supervisor accepted my pleas and gave me a stern warning.
Vodka bottle in hand we celebrated our departure and proceeded to the gate.
As luck would have it our flight was cancelled, hmmm I thought, best get in the queue for new tickets quick I reflected as I remembered the Christmas chaos that meant I had to stay longer in France before returning to London.
I didn't mind staying in the hotel for the night, I knew that breakfast was good and that I didn't have limited time in London, my future was and is what I now choose and I guess always has been, only thing was, would I still have problems with my baggage?
After assuring me that he would put a note on my account to say that I would not have to pay for my bags, we were shown to the reception desk at the hotel. We scored a beautiful suite and a flight the next morning, well I guess my luck isn't that bad I thought to myself.
