We've
got quite good at preparing for Cruises so, to add a little
excitement, we decided to nip over to Switzerland in the week before
we sailed. The worst part of that journey was the torrential rain
that I had to drive through on the motorway going to Liverpool
Airport. Once again we couldn't fault Easyjet, apart from the usual
concern about how an organisation that can't make an edible cheese
toasty manages to service complex jet engines. Let's hope they have
two different departments. Swiss transport is simply awesome and
arriving back in Liverpool was like returning to the third world. As
we joined the horrendous queue for passport control, the PA system
was broadcasting an apology that said the delay was due to a number
of planes arriving at the same time. “Bastards” muttered the
Scouser behind us, “just turning up like that without letting
anyone know”
Thanks
to Janet's finely honed check lists we did everything we had to do in
the couple days we had back in St Anne's. The “what could possibly
go wrong” turned out to be the taxi ride to Preston where we had to
catch the coach to Southampton at 6.15 am. In the retirement town of
St Anne's, the two things you can usually count on are death and
Whiteside's Taxis. We'd booked one for 5.30 and at 5.35 an anxious
Janet rang them up to be told “It's not been released from its
last job – it'll be another 5 minutes”. Bearing in mind that
“he's just turning into your street” is the correct taxi speak
for 5 minutes, I thought I'd better ring them back for a bit of a
rant. “What you've told my wife isn't acceptable” I said to the
dispatcher. “I'm afraid bad news never is” he replied,
“otherwise it wouldn't be bad news.” The last thing you want to
encounter that early in the morning is a bloody philosopher. Janet,
who's good at spotting the danger signs, was mouthing “don't make
it worse” as I enquired if he
would be taking us to Southampton when we missed the coach. “Whilst
you're shouting at me sir, I can't be solving your problem” he
replied philosophically.
Our
taxi had gone missing and a replacement one finally arrived. The
driver turned out to be very good, a quality not always insisted on
by Whitesides, and he quickly but safely he got us to the waiting
coach with two minutes to spare. All the passengers were wearing
their “we had to get here on time so why couldn't you” glares as
we mumbled our good mornings but we actually got away spot on 6.15
am. Another journey down a rain drenched motorway but this time it
was someone else’s problem.
Dave
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