Man plans, God laughs, what does EasyJet do?

The errant daughter, the one that we banished to Germany because she’s deemed too evil to live in Britain, flew over to join us today, from Berlin. I was tracking the flight on the EasyJet system, which is in fact quite impressive and genuinely ‘live’. You press on the right little plane on the big map and it tells you how fast its going, the altitude, a whole host of irrelevant and meaningless numerical data. Fascinating. Most important is: ‘arrival time: 1.24pm’. Then it changed. ‘Your flight is no longer in the air’. Oh, ok. One hour into a 3 hour flight and its… its… WHERE THE FUCK IS IT????

It’s landed in Budapest, is where it is. Sick person on board. Had to emergency land for medical attention. Here’s the funny thing. He was dead ill when he boarded the plane. In a wheelchair, with a serious heart condition, nurse in tow, the patient the colour of lime jelly on a grey pavement. And he was ill! On the plane!!! Who could have predicted that??? Tossers. They shouldn’t have flown him in the first place.

Anyway, enough about him. He’s probably very happy in a Hungarian hospital. I wish him well.

So with just a mere 2 hour delay, the plane arrived about half past 3. But the good thing was; we didn’t leave for the airport until the new, re-scheduled arrival time so that was all good. And the babe arrived. Which was, quite frankly, wonderful. How long that feeling will last is best not to ask.

And after a brief lunch we enjoyed the last of the day’s sunshine.

I love this place.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx