Joys of jetsetting
Wake up at home at 4am. No power. My inbuilt alarm clock woke me up expecting the “real” alarm clock to be going off. Nope. Power outage in the entire estate.
Can’t find torch.
Laptop and iPhone used (torch app) to try to get ready. End up looking and feeling like a proverbial bag of shit when the taxi turns up to take me to Airport. Go outdoors. It’s snowing. SNOWING. Christ almighty can we just have some half decent weather please. It’s April. Get to Belfast City Airport.
Can’t check in.
Machine will not let me check in. It tells me to go to desk. Nobody at desk. Queue, wait, get annoyed. Look in mirror and realise I look like I dressed in the dark. Lady from BMI arrives arrives.
Her: “Sir you are supposed to check in using the machines or online”
Me: “It told me on the machine to approach the desk”
Her: “You should be able to check in just fine on the machine”
Me: “I couldn’t – the machine wouldn’t let me”
Her: “Ok, I have checked you in sir. But please keep in mind next time you are to use the machine”
Me: “Are you not liste… Ok. Thank you”
Get through security. Waiting for flight. Tired, grotty and downright narky. It’s only 6am.



