Not Homeward Bound

A small, insey-winsey bit of a problem-ette on our departure date. A misplaced consonant caused a slight mix-up betwixt an a.m. and a p.m. with us thinking we were leaving Teeside at 5 pm, then leaving Amsterdam at 10.30 pm. Unfortunately.....we were leaving Amsterdam the next morning instead. Luckily we were able to get a reasonably priced hotel-room at the Sheraton in the airport, which worked out well, as we checked our luggage all the way through, so just meant we could roll off one plane in the evening, onto another the next day. Bridgjo's company also allows us an upgrade, meaning we could use the lounge (and food) they have there (plus there is always the frisson of excitement that only single-use shoe-shine kits and complimentary shower-caps can give).

The flight then between Amsterdam and Minneapolis-St Paul was not as tiring as other times. We were the last ones on the plane, and so scored ourselves a row of four seats at the front. This meant the leg-room and semi-comfort of Business, although without the service (although the stewardess came pretty pronto when I said T was about to barf). The films were pretty dreadful "In the land of far-off Anesthaesia, a small pizza strives in search of the perfectly straight anchovy, realizing on his journey that he is to be the savoury of the human race. Contains strong language".

It seemed to be a collection of possibly the chief-steward's personal DVD collection, with lots of Meg Ryan and Sandra Bullock. Super.

And now, we are back home. T's now succumbed to the flu (with a record 5 changes of the bed last night), but is happily ensconced in her (clean) bed and some Disney to amuse her (or to send her, hopefully, to sleep).

It is still bone-jarringly cold.