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yes we are done.
Jan. 8th, 2011 05:58 amWe are home and jet-lag has us good. I have been doing loads of laundry, tidying up things, baking bread and muffins and looking through my email and things. Sometime around 9am I will crash....I think.
We had a pretty easy -if long and exhausting journey home. We started off the morning with a full English breakfast. Alas there was no black pudding but they didn't skimp on other things. Fried egg and toast, (and the yolk was perfectly runny for being mopped up with bread) sausage, bacon, beans, tomato and mushrooms. Plus plenty of hot tea. We stayed in this Inn that was originally where coaches stopped along the way. The place had a Fawlty Towers-like sense of architecture. The place had higgly piggly stairs. Our room was on the top floor so the ceilings sloped in interesting ways. Obviously the bathroom was an after-thought. Mr. Jenner remarked that because of the sloping ceiling it required a bit of choreography on his part to use the toilet. (whilst standing up) I think such a room can best described as "cozy and with great character". I liked the fact that the room had stuff for making tea and hot chocolate and a good selection of biscuits. There was also wi-fi. You can overlook a whole host of sins if there is tea and wi-fi.
A slightly jarring moment at breakfast was the choice of music. It was early and there seemed to be a number of businessy type dudes so maybe their particular pre-funk/gonna sell the hell out of something jam is Beyonce's "Crazy in Love". It just throws off your experience with your orange juice and toast when all you can think about is hairography. We got out of there and headed toward Heathrow while it was raining good and hard. "Time to leave clowns."
Getting the car returned, bags checked and through security was pretty swift.
Due to God knows what at Heathrow (soon to be taking O'Hare's title of the Devil's airport) our plane was delayed in leaving. It was about an hour late leaving. This did bring about concern as we only had 55 minutes layover in Iceland. The real bother was sitting on the tarmac for years. We would move ten feet and then stop. It just made me angrier and angrier. I kept thinking, "Yeah that's it. I am going to tweet to Heathrow/BAA and tell them go play in traffic and fuck themselves. That'll show them!!!!"
Eventually we got out of that awful place. The super amazing pilot made up time in the air and as the flight to Iceland from London is a connector for like four different flights to the US, they told us while we were in the air, "yeah your planes will wait for you." There was a cheer all around. We landed, went through TWO passport controls and sauntered over to our connecting flight. Took us like five minutes. What is up with that? EFF YOU HEATHROW!! Do you have Skyr and elves and a fantastic airport? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
The flight home was long. I ate a sandwich and watched Inception and eventually talked Miss Biscuit into sleeping. In fact getting through Sea-tac's maze of fun was pretty fast too. (we arrived only 20 minutes later than originally planned!) The only real bother was being stuck in Friday night rush-hour traffic. Getting home was just so wonderful. Soooooo wonderful. I love traveling but I love my bed a great deal. Cheese and toast and omelettes for all! Baths! Clean bed sheets and pajamas and early bedtimes.
This concludes a Christmas edition of vicarious vacations.
In May there is another trip to the UK for a family wedding and a trip to France and a stop off in Iceland. I promise stories of jam, my attempts at dealing with the French and the hilarity of traveling with small people.
Now for a cup of tea dammit.
We had a pretty easy -if long and exhausting journey home. We started off the morning with a full English breakfast. Alas there was no black pudding but they didn't skimp on other things. Fried egg and toast, (and the yolk was perfectly runny for being mopped up with bread) sausage, bacon, beans, tomato and mushrooms. Plus plenty of hot tea. We stayed in this Inn that was originally where coaches stopped along the way. The place had a Fawlty Towers-like sense of architecture. The place had higgly piggly stairs. Our room was on the top floor so the ceilings sloped in interesting ways. Obviously the bathroom was an after-thought. Mr. Jenner remarked that because of the sloping ceiling it required a bit of choreography on his part to use the toilet. (whilst standing up) I think such a room can best described as "cozy and with great character". I liked the fact that the room had stuff for making tea and hot chocolate and a good selection of biscuits. There was also wi-fi. You can overlook a whole host of sins if there is tea and wi-fi.
A slightly jarring moment at breakfast was the choice of music. It was early and there seemed to be a number of businessy type dudes so maybe their particular pre-funk/gonna sell the hell out of something jam is Beyonce's "Crazy in Love". It just throws off your experience with your orange juice and toast when all you can think about is hairography. We got out of there and headed toward Heathrow while it was raining good and hard. "Time to leave clowns."
Getting the car returned, bags checked and through security was pretty swift.
Due to God knows what at Heathrow (soon to be taking O'Hare's title of the Devil's airport) our plane was delayed in leaving. It was about an hour late leaving. This did bring about concern as we only had 55 minutes layover in Iceland. The real bother was sitting on the tarmac for years. We would move ten feet and then stop. It just made me angrier and angrier. I kept thinking, "Yeah that's it. I am going to tweet to Heathrow/BAA and tell them go play in traffic and fuck themselves. That'll show them!!!!"
Eventually we got out of that awful place. The super amazing pilot made up time in the air and as the flight to Iceland from London is a connector for like four different flights to the US, they told us while we were in the air, "yeah your planes will wait for you." There was a cheer all around. We landed, went through TWO passport controls and sauntered over to our connecting flight. Took us like five minutes. What is up with that? EFF YOU HEATHROW!! Do you have Skyr and elves and a fantastic airport? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
The flight home was long. I ate a sandwich and watched Inception and eventually talked Miss Biscuit into sleeping. In fact getting through Sea-tac's maze of fun was pretty fast too. (we arrived only 20 minutes later than originally planned!) The only real bother was being stuck in Friday night rush-hour traffic. Getting home was just so wonderful. Soooooo wonderful. I love traveling but I love my bed a great deal. Cheese and toast and omelettes for all! Baths! Clean bed sheets and pajamas and early bedtimes.
This concludes a Christmas edition of vicarious vacations.
In May there is another trip to the UK for a family wedding and a trip to France and a stop off in Iceland. I promise stories of jam, my attempts at dealing with the French and the hilarity of traveling with small people.
Now for a cup of tea dammit.
