Sewage anyone?

Trip Start Dec 22, 2011
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Trip End Apr 18, 2012


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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

All aboard for the last long hop back to London and yet another massive upheaval in the time department. As Celia had told us earlier, our "fright" would leave at 0035 and get into London around 0700 tomorrow, having gone from HK time to GMT in the meantime.

Better not to think about it. 

Almost as we left the ground, I fell asleep and woke to the drinks trolley clattering past me.
G&T?
Oh, yes, I think so.
We were fed and watered fairly soon after take off, not that we were really hungry having had supper before leaving HK; after which most people reclined the seats, donned the fetching eye masks and zzzzed off.
Only I wasn't quite ready for that having already had a taster, so instead, I finished watching the film I had almost finished on our flight in December to Dar es Salaam and finished the last 24 minutes of the film I had started watching on our more recent flight from Brisbane to Hong Kong.

After which I too curled up and slept.
Being able to lie flat makes such a difference. And although the little cubicles are small and have high sides and I do feel a little enclosed, it is fine.

Most people know how to behave in close proximity to others, like when on a plane. At night.
Then there are those who have no idea. No idea at all.
There was an older couple on the opposite side to us. She had caused a bit of a stir earlier by insisting her husband change places with her, as she was next to a child. He complied.
That was excusable, but in the event, she made way more noise than the child did, who went straight to sleep and was quiet as quiet.
Mrs Fidget though, was up and down like umbrellas in April.
Was it so absolutely necessary to open and shut the overhead lockers with such verve at three in the morning? And not once, but twice??

Heathrow was still there. We circled and landed, to the promise of hail showers and a temperature of between 2 and 12. Welcome home. It felt chilly.

We had decided to hire a car for the day, and to wait for an hour or two in the airport lounge until after the morning rush hour had subsided, which was all very civilised.
Then it was all aboard the shuttle bus and off to collect the wee car. 

No, thank you, we didn't want to have a larger car, we did not require damage waiver, their petrol, or any of the other things one is offered when hiring a car these days.
Just a small car for a day. 
OK?

Buying milk and a few essentials, we arrived home to the enormous heap of scary post... and..
... nice... 
The main drain had blocked and there is sewage splurged out all over the lawn.
Not a great look, it has to be said.

Returning home from a holiday is always shitty.
And in this case, very.
 
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