Date – 30 Dec 2017
I wake, look am my phone to see what time it was, it was 2 in the morning. As I’m looking at my phone, I notice the alarm wasn’t set (which I though I set a just a few hours ago, not sure what happened)
Re-did setting the alarm & went back to sleep, though kept waking about every half an hour. Then it’s 5am, time to get up, me & mum pack the last few bits, being as quiet as we can, so not to wake Darren.
Darren gets up for a bit to say bye to us, then with a few final waves, we off the airport.
At the airport now, mum & sis go off to get the boarding passes, while I wait in the line.
One of the airport staff comes over to pull me out the line saying about a ‘fast track’ lane (quite useful for disabled or people with young kids), I start to ‘protest’ “No, I can’t, need to wait for my mum & sis to come back.
Anyway the woman directs to the ‘fast track’ lane, so I go down to were mum & sis are. Start to explain why I had come out the line, sis gets a bit cross at me
Sis “No, we need to get in the line”
I start to repeat what I said, adding “go ask her” while pointing out the woman. Sis goes to speak to the woman comes back & we head to way the woman told us.
As me & mum start to put our stuff in the trays, a woman starts to sway a little & nearly falls. The paper she had in her hand falls to the floor, I pick it up & put it back in her handbag for her.
As I go though the airport scanner the alarm goes off, so I have to get a ‘pat down’, not so ‘fun’ (while it is a bit intrusive, the process is pretty quick)
Now just waiting on our fight & watching what gate we need. After a few minutes the details comes up on flights board.
We start to head down to the gate, I stupidly decline the offer of being helped to the gate. (I guess it’s an automatic thing, a “No, it’s ok, I’m fine thanks)
We gradually get to the gate (me stopping quite a few times), then we get on the plane. I have a brief struggle while getting my suitcase under the seat (you don’t really have a lot of space to move).
We’re all buckled up, the flight crew prep for take off & do the flight instruction process, & before you know it we’re in the air.
During the flight back to England, I have my breakfast of turkey rolls, dozing intermittently & looking out the window. Mum fussing at me abit (cos my shoes happen to be touching my suitcase)
Some pictures of out the plane window
The plane coming in to land
The flight was a little turbulent at times, but it seen to go by really quickly. I decide to wait & be the last person to get off, so can get my suitcase out more easily.
We go to see when the next bus is, we see it would mean waiting 2-3 hours. We look at train times & go with getting the train.
Within a few minutes we’re getting off the train and going to the bus station. Bus we want is due in about 5 minutes, bus comes & we get on.
It as this point we start getting grumpy at each other, our grumpiness increases abit as we get closer to my home. Mum arguing with me that I can just get bits out the freezer, I get quite irritated & snap at her “Mum, just shut up, I’m too tired to keep arguing with you, I’ll do what I decide ok!
We get off and are very nearly home, I grab some bread & milk at the shop. Then the last tiny bit to go, now I’m back at my front door & opening the door. I put my bags in the stack of box trays & my suitcase at the side of them.
Mum then heads off & does what she needs to do. Within about 5-10 minutes of being home I am in bed totally wiped out.
And so my Irish Adventures have come to an end & the time is 10am
That’s all for now, so till next time, stay tuned for some more Ancestry Adventures!