18/07/09 - Tine to go home

Karen was early?

(Apparently didn't want to get left behind or miss the plane) So she can get up when she wants to. Onto the subway. Then the selling of ticket to get deposit back, before getting a ticket for the train. We ended up getting the expensive express (£15 for 1 hour, rather than £8 for 1 hour 10 minutes) but we had no idea where and when the other went, so it seemed a nice cheap option, and as the skyliner, it should have good views. It did.

Arriving at the terminal I recognised our entry point and we followed the throngs of people heading planeside. Soon we were checking in, (all automated except luggage which took us 30 seconds, and everyone else infront of us about 5 minutes each. Who knows? But we went off to look around the shops before deciding to head in, get past the security and go for duty free. More shopping followed.

Then when full, headed off to catch the shuttle to the gate and wait for the plane. The plane back had the same films (dammit) and worse they even offered me the nice looking chicken meal, before then telling me when I chose it, I couldn't have it... the seafood thing was a lot better then it looked (thankfully! As it looked orangey pink) and then they finished the films more than half an hour before we land, so I missed the end of the film I was watching! Grr

Heading out was easy enough, but I love the way the luggage always seems to come out for the people not there first, whilst we waiting nearly first there, had our luggage out last, after the rest had been round three times. Then London subway and back to the station before jumping on the express to Derby. An hour and a half train ride, with more than half the reserved seats not used. As well as Karen not sitting by me and listening to her Ipod whilst reading a magazine.

Soon Leicester was insight and due to the 4 phone calls to parents (kept getting cut off and no signal) I was greeted by them and taken home... My house... With more holes in it and a total lack of kitchen?! Infact another hole where the kitchen once was and would be again... maybe... one day?

Unpacking and story telling followed before bed and talk of carboot in the morning as, well it's a sunday, why not? And I was awake then anyways!

Home.