Moments both good and bad

Firstly, I’m more than a little touched by the comments of support below. Thank you!

Now, as I promised that there were tales to be told I thought I might add a couple of them tonight before I shower and turn in.

I flew out here with Aer Lingus. I knew that I was over my baggage allowance (in more ways than one!) I was completely expecting to have to pay excess. What I wasn’t ready for was the reaction of the guy at the check-in desk. On being told that I was well over my baggage allowance I asked “I can still fly with that though, yes?” and was met with a frown, pursed lips and a shake of the head. A shake of the head? Are you telling me that I can’t fly? What do you want me to do?? Left luggage lockers? Maybe I should bin some of my clothes.

As it turned out he was very nice and on being informed that it was the first time I’d flown he charged me about half what he should have done. As nice as that was of him, he’s responsible for a few more grey hairs!

There’s a rock pub over here called Fred Zeppelin’s. I checked it out today and had a few friendly words with some of the locals about Howling Wolf. I also saw some of them starting their Saturday night early with a cocktail called a Fred’s Super Special or something like that. Whatever it was called I remember the ingredients clearly. 1 measure Jagermeister + 1 measure Absinthe + 1 measure Red Aftershock. This is patently absurd and completely calls for falling down or walking into walls. Or as a very erudite lady commented - “Holy sweet suffering mother of fuck! That’s ridonkulous!” The Lady in question is entirely right and I look forward to trying one or two of said cocktails with her in the near future, after booking a taxi home, of course.

One last thing. An unexpected phone call after a hard day is special enough. To hear a knock at the door during the conversation and, on answering it, to find the caller there, grinning, is just magical. What a spell some people cast!