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It was the last day of our holiday. We needed to be packed and out the door early to catch our flight home.
Joyce, my aged companion, was not happy. The holiday in Morgue had exceeded all her expectations, and she felt there was more to see if only we had the time.
The night before she had poured over her photos reminiscing over this place and that recalling the numerous adventures we’d had.
So on the day of our departure, she was a reluctant participant delaying her final packing until the last minute.
I kept saying she had best hurry, as we didn’t want to arrive and find we’d missed our flight.
She dragged her feet the entire time, and when we eventually made it into the taxi to the airport I was concerned there might be heavy traffic.
As it turned out, we were delayed, and at the airport, we made a frantic rush to the check-in counter only to discover our flight was closed.
Joyce not to be put off quickly organised another flight. She had a way of getting her way with most people, booking clerks in particular.
Good to have a friend like Joyce in emergencies. All public transport was cancelled in Amsterdam on the day we were due to return to the UK. It was a nightmare, but we hired a car and got to the hire office to find it as on the wrong side of the port. They got us a taxi………. Sweeney style journey across town……… and we have a minute or two to spare before the ferry left at midday. It was delayed by an hour to allow for others to catch up. Thing was we didn’t have an hour leeway in the UK for our other connections! Great honeymoon, don’t you think?
A real nightmare I’d say, good thing honeymoon thoughts distracted you??
We were coming back, and it was ‘an experience’ (the journey that is!)
Airport delays and clerks wearing jobsworth hats, a nightmare.
Definitely.
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