So this morning started off with a 7AM alarm. No problem with that, snoozed in until 8:10 and then walked down to my usual restaurant for lunch. By eggs and coffee arrived without me uttering a word. Then I admired the rain. Yep, it had started pissing down. Looking at the weather forecast next week it really wasn’t great, boy had we been lucky with the weather. Put it this way, there are heavy storms until next Friday there. After breakfast I went for a bit of a stroll round. Did the last of the packing. Took everything to reception and paid my spas and private pavilion bill. Then we were approached by an automitron, or at least she looked dead behind the eyes, but she was was from guest relations, it obviously flagged up when we checked out that ‘people with too much money are going’ (and to be fair, its correct, if you are in a junior suite or above, you get treated like a God, as well as the free room service). She asked if there was anything they could improve on. We couldn’t think of anything at the time but manage to come up with a list of stuff in the car on the way home which I’ll email to her.

Transfer was fine, although airport confused us now as it has two international terminals. Checkin was fine, we were waiting around for about two hours though. Boarded plane. This was fine, until I was rather rudely interrupted by a guy who wanted us to shunt over so he could get is wife in the aisle. I just said a blunt, ‘no, I’ve paid for that aisle seat’. Jamie said I was very rude, but fuck it, I did pay for it in advance, if he couldn’t be arsed to sort out and prebook everything I wasn’t going to accommodate him. Was he going to refund me? In the end he sat by the window and was a fine bloke. But I have a point, so I don’t really care what the fuck you are thinking. Flight was fine, seemed quite short. Lots of turbulence, I couldn’t really care as I was reading a book about plane crashes anyway.

In baggage reclaim after the flight there was an announcement at the belt which wasn’t very clear saying that baggage wouldn’t start until about 4-5 minutes, or it could have been 45 minutes. There was a very posh woman there who then started to have a bit of a crises. If she was that posh, she wouldn’t have flown Monarch.

Drive home was uneventful, if full off traffic. Within half-hour of arriving home I’d unpacked, within one hour I was in the bath. Back to work tomorrow.