A disastrous start to our long planned holiday. We settle in to the less than palatial lounge at Tulla for our traditional good luck and safe travelling toast with a bloody mary; I scour the drink section but no tomato juice; I speak to the vassal who informs me that despite having paid grossly overpriced fares that tomato juice is only available for breakfast!WTF!!!! This matter is taken to a higher authority by myself(with just a smidgen of encouragement from my travelling partner-I do understand consequences) and after much huffing and puffing a glass of tomato juice appears-you'd think I had asked for a slab of 1935 Bollinger! So all this kerfuffle plus the Englishman who decides he needs to share his phone conversation with the rest of the room on speakerphone is a bad start to the holiday.
The plane leaves 2 hours late but with the aid of advanced pharmacology we manage 10 hours in the arms of Morpheus.
Breakfast on the plane is spartan but this is compensated by 2 extra breakfasts in Dubai(and a very nice bloody mary).
We arrive 2 hours late in London and are greeted by Claire and Eric and we are whisked off to our AirBnb and then we hit the mean streets to reacquaint ourselves with fine ales and greasy curry.
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| We are so sorry to hear you lost the Ashes |
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