We arrived back from skiing in the early hours of Saturday and our flight to CV was Wednesday from Manchester Airport. Tony spent the days on a long weekend Uni course and I did jobs – last minute doctor appointments etc etc.
On Tuesday Tony hired a van and drove 17 removal boxes up to Manchester Airport, and after a last goodbye to Georgina, we set off for Manchester a 2am on Wednesday.
Anyone who knows Manchester would expect a grey day, but we actually left it in full sunshine. After watching our 17 boxes and 5 bursting suitcases load on our Thomsons flights, we boarded for a relaxing flight. Well, we were split up so I sat next to a couple from Hull, Holly next to a couple and Tony entertained a bored pair of boys who had become used to back-seat TV consoles.
Can I say that I have never seen as much alcohol consumed on a flight as the Manchester one. It was triples galore and I even saw one guy get out his box of After Eights to go with his Stellas. Well, they seemed happy enough.
We hadn’t actually been able to arrange how to get our many boxes to our apartment 20 mins transfer away, so we were more than happy to meet a minibus guy for 15 Euros, except our boxes didn’t clear Customs that day.
Around 4pm we arrived in our apartment and ate dinner and slept.
Home … for the time being. It felt good.
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