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It’s going to be one of those days…

Got to Stansted fine. As usual, about 6000000 people going through security.

And so the first problem: I’ve been using the same bag for toiletries for about 2 years now and it has a split in it, so I had to put the rest of my stuff through, pay a pound to get another bag, and have them scan my deodorant and toothpaste again. Got ‘bleeped’ as a random so had the pat down search (“Anything sharp on you sir?” said pat down guy “Only my wit” came the reply).

Having only notes on me I went to the info desk and asked if they could change Β£10 for a bag – nice lady gave me a token πŸ™‚ result!

Bag rescanned and here I sit in Wetherspoons with a breakfast Guinness πŸ™‚

Surely the day can only get better?

This is my life:

So, off to Stansted early Thursday morning to catch a flight to Prestwick. Did my usual thing of stopping at the 24 hours garage before setting off and checked the oil, water, tyre pressures etc. (this does become relevant), then drove to Stansted, parked up in the long stay and jumped on the flight.

Arriving at Prestwick, I was surprised nobody met me off the flight as usually happens (I don’t have a security pass, so cannot go airside). I wandered up to the information desk (doubles as security) and asked if they had a number for the Ryanair hangar, explaining I was working there for the day.

“You can;t go airside without a pass.” said the (un)helpful woman behind the desk. I explained that I knew that, I just needed to get in touch with the hangar so someone could pick me up (it’s a few hundreds yards to the hangar airside, but about 3 miles to walk landside). I realised within minutes she wasn’t gonna help me, so I wandered off to where I took my security induction 6 months previously…

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One thing I forgot to mention…

Remember my disastrous date where me talking like a pirate (it WAS September 19th in my defence!), and losing my car in the car park seemed to totally turn-off the lovely Wendy?

I have a bit of a confession to make…

Now, bearing in mind I currently drive a Ford Galaxy, 7 seater people carrier (no, I don’t know why either – but it’s handy for moving furniture and furtive fumbles in the back πŸ˜‰ ) – which is a large green thing, and VERY visible, losing temporarily misplacing it is a bit embarrassing.

Well, it happened again…

I do have an excuse though!

I parked in Stansted Long Stay car park while in Rome, and was delivered back to (what I thought was) the correct car park* some time after 1.30am (at this point I’d been awake for 22.5 hours), and the car wasn’t there – arse.

Now before I went ballistic and phoned the car park peeps to sort it out, I thought I’d wander down to the next bus stop, and guess what? uh huh – there was the car – right where I’d left it.

I’ve said itΒ  before, but it’s really not easy being snee sometimes…

* I was in the Yellow car park, zone A/B 1 – I’d failed to notice the ‘1’ though, and was dropped off at ‘2’ – a walk of almost 200 yards!

A hectic week

So, Monday I was up in East Midlands Airport, back to the office about 3.30 – relatively easy day (if you disregard lugging the test rig on and off jacks).

Yesterday, or yes…up at 5 to get to Stansted for my flight to Spain (Girona). Was about 11 local time when I FINALLY got my security pass and could go do the work. I must admit though, it was lovely being on the apron in glorious sunshine, so I took my time and had a good play was very thorough in testing and inspecting the rig – similar to this one (but a lot bigger):

I had 8 hours to kill before my flight home, so I took a bus into Girona. The amusing thing is – yesterday I didn’t bother changing money here for Euros as I figured I could do that over in Spain. How wrong was I? no money change facilities at Girona airport. “No problem…” thought I, “I’ll go into a bank in Girona.”

Bloody banks (and seemingly everything else) closes at 2.30…FOR THE AFTERNOON!

So I found a bar, got myself a beer and worked out a budget/plan for the 28 Euros I had. Basically the plan consisted of buying beer from Lidls, wander to a nice sunny park, strip off (not totally – behave), and soak up some sun while getting a very pleasant buzz and people watching – worked out fine, I had enough cash left for a beer back at the airport, and STILL had 2 Euros left πŸ™‚

Oh, please note: Girona airport is a gateway to the Costa Brava, and as such, gets full of the type of Brits I tend to avoid (can you say ‘chavs’?). All of them with overly loud voices, crap kids names (I’m sure I heard one snotty nosed, earring wearing brat called ‘Chlamydia’, but I may have misheard his name…), sprawling all over the seating area thus ensuring nobody else could get near the seats (I just shoved bags onto the floor and sat in comfort amid glares from mama and papa chav et chavettes).

Honestly, I felt ashamed to be British and was actually planning on answering in French if anyone asked me anything (no-one did – must have had my ‘fuck off’ face on I guess). Playing ‘spot the Brit’ was easy though – they were all lobster red, and had shiny white trainers on.

Today I’m in the office all day – lots to do so it’ll seem a short day (although for some reason I keep thinking it’s Thursday…).

And then tomorrow…

Got to be up about 3 to get to Stansted (again) for an early flight to Reus (Spain – again) to test/inspect another rig. I’ll arrive about 9.30 and hopefully be all done by lunchtime (takes forever to get through security). Thing is though, there’s only a flight from Reus to Stansted in the morning, so I’ve got an overnight stay here.

Now, Reus is the airport I flew into on my holiday last year, so I know it’s only 10 minutes away from Salou, so I plan to get to my hotel, shower, get changed and head there for several (gallons) of beer and soak up some sun πŸ™‚

Then Friday, it’ll be back to the airport for my flight at 10, getting back to Stansted about 12, home about 1. Then spend a couple of hours sorting bills etc., have a chat with Dennis who’ll be down, then off down to Kathy’s for the weekend πŸ™‚

It’s a hard life…

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