I arrived tonight not really knowing what to expect after DD's experience with random smells wafting through the aircon. So far so good.
I was up at the crack of dawn to leave for the 10am from Manchester to Heathrow. One shake of Beth's arm and she shot out of bed as him the place was on fire. I haven't seen her move so quick in a long time. She was excited! We called round to pick her friend up. What a lucky girl Antonia is. Not only did her mum transfer £500 into my bank for her, she gave me two brown envelopes full of cash for her aswell! I'm a bit concerned they are using BM to money launder.
I'm sure I'll be able to cream a bit of it off, Antonia has no idea of the rate of exchange.
Flight to Heathrow took 35 minutes. The Captain was a happy little soul, full of the joys of spring. He had a broad Bolton accent. Somehow I didn't have the confidence that I would have had if he had been a posh talker. Odd that, isn't it?
BM's mate came up trumps with the access to the Business Class lounge. We all went and had something to eat and drink c/o BA. Beth never eats on the plane, ever. Not since we flew with Qatar Airways, when she said the food smelled funny. It put her off for life. She also never, ever goes to the toilet either. When she was little I told her a story of a man getting stuck on the toilet when the toilet flushed when he was in situ. I read that in the Daily Mail. Big mistake telling her that.
BM's BA mate had said she couldn't guarentee an upgrade as the flight was full. No worries, I took my seat along with the commoners in cattle. Just before departure a very nice young man came and had a word in my ear that there was a seat upstairs in Business with BM's name on it. or i could stay with the girls. I was up out of my seat with the speed that matched Beth's departure from her bed earlier. 'See ya, wouldn't want to be ya' and BM was up and gone and had a glass of champagne in her hand and her feet up in no time. What a nice flight it was. I watched the 'Kings Speech' and the 'Young Fockers'. I didn't see the end of either film tho', I never do.
Arrived at DXB, straight thro the Egate, purchased numerous bottles of Chardonnay and a bottle of gin and was in a taxi to JBR, sharpish.
Opened the door to my flat and inhaled deeply. So far so good.
DD has been very kind in leaving BM a microwave, a fax machine, a blu ray thing, numerous computer cables, a coat which was designed to be worn in sub zero temperatures and a 4 gallon water bottle, which I have already managed to discharge over the floor. We are now the pround owners of numerous bottles of BBQ sauce, a couple of Bacardi Breezers (Beth's already drunk one) and more sweets than a Morrisons check-out. Beth said it was sweetie heaven when she was scanning the cupboards! The DD household is also fond of camomile tea bags and candles.
Now I haven't smelt frying onions yet, but that could be either because it's 2.30am or because I'm so used to living amongst cow shite on my lovely farm that my sense of smell is knackered.
Thanks DD! BM has her lovely flat back. I'm home!
