We made it back from Canada last Wednesday and I wish I could say that the flight was painless, but alas, I cannot.
We were at Halifax International with loads of time to spare. I figured we could grab a bite and do a little last minute shopping. As we were checking in we heard an announcement over the load speaker informing us that there was to be a “planned power outage,” in 10 minutes.
We hurried to check in our bags before the systems went down. We just made it before everything went dark. By the time the power came back on it was time to file through security (where both of us had bags searched).
It seems to be the norm that the 9:00 pm flight to London is late due to problems in Toronto. This was the case yet again. We were well over an hour late leaving.
Normally this wouldn’t affect our schedule too much, but this time we were flying on the cheap (or cheap for last minute booking anyway) and had to check in at the British Airways desk at Heathrow.
Then there were the thunderstorms that were pounding London to slow us down even more…
Once we landed the aircrew started reading off the names of passengers who had imminent flight departures. Luckily we were on the list and they loaded us on to a van to zip us to our terminal. We were zipped through the security queue and delivered to the head of the BA line. There we were informed that our flight had been cancelled due to the weather. Sigh.
The next flight out, at noon, was booked. We could try standby or we could take the 3 pm flight. After deliberation and being informed that there were already 14 people on the standby list, we opted for 3 pm… It was currently 8am.
Terminal 4 at Heathrow is not a happening spot. It’s crowded, expensive and smoky. We endured.
At 3, our flight was delayed another 45 minutes. We didn’t get home until 5:30 that evening. We aired out our house and cleaned up two weeks worth of cat hair, then collapsed into bed.
But it doesn’t end there… oh no, it doesn’t…
At 6 am we awoke to a crash. Thinking it was yet another smashed plant pot, thanks to a certain Orange feline, I didn’t worry too much. Andrew went to investigate.
The pots were all safe. Our bathroom, (which I’m now certain is cursed) was not.
One of the mirrors on our vanity had smashed into the sink, taking a huge chunk out of the ceramic. There was shattered mirror and sink everywhere.
It seems that the mirror was only stuck on with two pieces of double-sided tape. The tape had let go in the heat and, Viola … disaster.
We still haven’t told the landlords… this will be the third thing to go wrong in that bathroom and we had been looking forward to a peaceful summer. No luck for us I guess.
So I suppose you actually want to know about the trip home…
Our first stop was Ontario for the wedding. It was beautiful and the weather was very co-operative. Everything went off perfectly and we had a great time seeing friends and family we haven’t seen in ages and meeting our new family.
The following week we were off to Halifax. Andrew had to work and I made the rounds as best I could to visit friends. It was hectic and we didn’t get to see half of the people we hoped to. Next time home has to be a real vacation.
For Canada Day weekend we drove to Saint John to see my family and Jenn. This was a bit more relaxed although the weather wasn’t the best.
Tuesday we drove back to Halifax, had supper with Kate, and flew out that night.
We ate a lot. (Highlights – sushi pizza with Sue and Charlie; home-made soup and pasta with Jeff, Chantal and Finn, Garlic Fingers with Brad, Paige and Anna, Seafood with Cheri, Shrimp with Jenn and stuffed chicken with Amy… then there was all of the wedding related food and drink…)
So now it’s time to relax and enjoy a Belgian summer. So far the weather has been nice (knock on wood) and (aside from the bathroom issues) I hope we’ll have some peace and quiet… and sleep… and diets.
To those I saw in Canada – Thanks for making it fun. To those I didn’t get to see – I’m really sorry and we owe you.