Copenhagen Day 11

So Day 11 is here, too quick for my liking, but before we start on today a quick look back at what happened after I closed the blog for last week.  I did my final update in Frankfurt and then boarded the plane with an arrival time in Manchester of 10:15 p.m.  The pilot played his part in the bargain and got us to Manchester right on schedule.  My fellow passengers and I skipped off the plane with big weekend smiles over our faces and strode in complete silence to the baggage reclaim area.

This is where my story turns nasty.  The information screen, which I have yet to be convinced is not just a television screen showing nothing good, a bit like Channel 5, showed that the plane had arrived at 10:15 p.m. and our bags would be completed being off loaded by 10:45 p.m.  So we all stood around and waited.  No one spoke as they didn’t want to show the weakness that any of us needed the company of another human being in our lives to help us get by.  10:45 p.m.  duly came and went with no sign of the bags and off strode the dominant male of our group to find out what was going on.  Actually not so much the dominant male as the complainer.  Every group has one and we found him.  A chap about 65, six foot plus and authoritarian.  He returned and announced to us lesser mortals that the time on the “information screen” was a computer generated figure and bore no reality.  He launched into a rant about inefficiencies etc, we all stood around mumbling our agreement, mumbling as we didn’t actually disagree but couldn’t give the proverbial monkeys doo dars. We were all too tired and just wanted to go home.

At 11:30 the bag carousel started up and less than five minutes later our bags started to appear, however we had had to endure over thirty minutes of how the baggage guys must have needed a few brews before they could see to our bags and what the hell is this country coming to.

We all took that little bit of satisfaction that our cases arrived and most of us were out before his came through.  I would have only had total satisfaction if there had been a size eleven boot print on the side of his.  But alas I will never know as I was outta there when my case bustled its way along the belt and into my outstretched arms.

The journey home then began and I arrived at my front door at 1:45 a.m. and by that time ready for bed.  There was just time to check my mails on my phone and see that I had a meeting for 09:00 a.m. Saturday morning.  Another great weekend was in store.

So back to today and it is 4:48 a.m. and I am sat in Leeds Bradford Airport with a freshly made cappuccino, albeit a little cooler than I would have liked, and savouring every part of the £2.69 it has cost me.  She did ask if I wanted chocolate sprinkles and I asked if it made it cheaper if I didn’t to which she replied no, so I got the chocolate sprinkles.

Today’s trip is via Amsterdam so hopefully no industrial relation catastrophes have befallen the Dutch over the weekend and I can be through Schiphol and on my way to Copenhagen toot sweet.  If that is the case then my next update will be tonight before I settle in my hotel for a good night sleep.