Time at home, then a return flight

Well it has been great having my daughter home for a few days.  She did a lot of sleeping, and chilled out at home most of the time, except for the day she spent in London with her friend.  In all her rail travelling around Europe over the past few weeks, she managed to keep all her belongings with her, and arrived at her destinations, frazzled but intact.  Hahaha - one day on a train in the UK and she reverted to type, realising only on arriving home that she had left something important on the East Coast train when she alighted in Leeds.  Of course Mum did all the laundry which she tipped out of her bag.
On Saturday we had a good day together - out for lunch and a little shopping, then home to watch DVDs together whilst munching on freshly made cinnamon rolls - yummy.
Early on Sunday morning we had to be up and at it to get her to the airport for her return flight to Germany.  Getting her up wasn't so easy but we got out, only to be thwarted by the speed restrictions in the miles and miles of roadworks on the M62.  
She arrived at the airport check-in desk  to be told that she was two minutes too late to check in  and the airline wouldn't accept her.   We were told to go to the SAS customer service desk to arrange to get the next flight, but when we got there, they were adamant that they couldn't do anything about it and she would have to ring customer services in London.  Fine - except that the number they gave us wasn't accepting calls, so we were given another number in Germany - that number was wrong but the man at the desk was adamant that it was the right one.  Funny though, whenever either of us tried it we go a recorded message saying that the number was not recognised.  Eventually he gave us another number - in Belgium!!!  Needless to say, that didn't work either.  In the end she gave up and booked another flight on a different airline even though it cost her a king's ransom.
On that flight an attendant took her handbag off her and put it in the overhead lockers, several rows away from her which caused her great anxiety.  In her anxiety to retrieve her handbag on landing, she ended up leaving her purse and tablet on her seat on the plane.  Cue a phone call in floods of tears - she was by now totally exhausted - but all ended well as the staff who were cleaning the plane retrieved them and brought them to her in the arrivals hall.
I don't know about her being exhausted by her travels - I am.

Last railway hiccup - I hope

Beth landed at Manchester at around midday and headed for the railway station.  I phoned as she was arriving there, to see what time to expect her, she kept moving all the time we were talking but even so there was a sudden cry of - "that's my train just pulling out!"  followed by a rant about the extra numbers of people travelling on Easter Monday - mostly that the majority seemed to be moving slowly with no real intent or purpose, who had all slowed her down.  (!)  Anyway I decided if she can sort herself out in foreign railway stations, English ones should be no challenge to her, so I said "see you later" and left her to it.

I picked her up from our station at about half past three and my goodness do we know she is here!  The contents of her rucksack are spread all across the sitting room floor, and she has gone off to Tesco to investigate the Ben & Jerry's.  I think it is going to be a heavy laundry week as everything she took with her now needs washing, including what she came home in.  She was drinking a J20 just as the plane hit turbulence and she ended up wearing the majority of it.  I should think we will just about get everything sorted before she flies off back to Germany at the weekend.