The Trip to Dublin...

And what a comedy errors the weekend was!

Here's how it went... Greg and I were supposed to be on Friday night's plane to Dub out of Heathrow.. 8:45pm.. You'd think that would be plenty of time... Alas the day got away from us, we left work at about 5:30pm, rushed to my house, I had 5 mins to pack a bag, we then were blessed by the big traffic god who gave us a great run down to the M25.... where ... it... all... stopped...... and when I say stopped, I mean stopped...  But that's ok, about 20 minutes later we were on the road into Heathrow... and .... again... moving about a foot every 5 mins....  Then there was the joy of Parking Express... Not sure where they got the word Express from, although, come to think of it, the buses in the carpark managed to pass all of us waiting no less than SIX times looking like they were some kind of Heathrow Express service on a mission to get their empty busload of nothingless to Heathrow ontime... (insert the word GRRRRR here)..

Greg and I were running up and down the carpark like some freaky mouse in a lab experiment which was having a piece of cheese dropped at one end, then removed moments before they get to it. Having all but given up on getting on the plane, we were pleased to hear the news that our plane was delayed from a lovely girl on the counter at Aer Lingus. Well, actually, when I say lovely girl, I mean sour faced rude cow who glared at us and treated us like we were two unruly teenagers because we DARED be late for a plane. You would have thought the sweat pouring off us, the look of desperation, or the fact we were running when we got to the counter may have given away the fact we were well aware of how late we were, and hadn't been just hanging around in the bar picking fluff out of our navels.. So of course we were disgustingly rude and self righteous in reply to her comments and glares. (in our minds).. To her face we smiled and were awfully humble and apologetic.

We then sat and waited another flipping hour for the plane.. Jesus - it hadn't even landed at Heathrow, let alone been disembarked or cleaned when we checked in. An uneventful flight across to Dublin until we were coming down to land.. at this point Greg was fast asleep with his flash git iphone in his ears, so missed the moment the engines kicked in again, and we started to climb again. As it turns out, the landing was aborted, because of ... wait for it.. wait for it.... A FOX ON THE RUNWAY! Mind you, the animal loving side of me felt for the fox... although I suspect it wasn't care that made them abort the runway.. more a worry about where the bits would fly if we hit the little feller...

Anyway.. enough of my ramblings.. It rained a lot.. we met a lot of nice people, the Guinness Storehouse were brilliant, Greg and Trev got a chance to meet my mates in Dublin ( I worked at a station from 2004-2006) and as Trev says - it's like your new person meeting your ex.. Fortunately they got on well, and got to see some of the none tourist sites as we hung out with the locals.

x Sue