Home at last

Yes, I made it – and what a stressful experience. Having queued up behind extended Pakistani families with all their worldly good tied up in large bundles, was told that my internet ticket wasn’t valid although the computer was registering that I was indeed on the flight back to Dublin via B&hrain. Had to find a man in a small room and go through the entire rigmarole of paying by credit card on an ancient computer with those orange letters. So what is the point of booking via the internet exactly oh great ones at G*lf Air?
On the plane, the poor hostess had a terrible time getting people to switch off their mobiles. B*hain proved an oasis of calm apart from the woman lying on the ground opposite me scoring loudly. At last on to the plane for Dublin which was half empty. A nice attendant suggested I might like to move into the middle where I could sleep stretched out over the four seats. Which I did.
Great to be back home. Spend the day cycling and walking around, getting my hair cut and meeting up with family and friends. My garden looks GREAT. Even the weather is kind. One whole week here to go.

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