14th December 2013
It’s been an exhausting month. Moving into our new house in Cheltenham, workmen everywhere, turning our house in Ludlow into a holiday let, plus loads of stuff going on at work. We really needed a holiday. We didn’t need to run a 1500m race through Miami airport, find that our luggage hadn’t made it to Costa Rica, and then get taken by taxi at midnight to the wrong hotel.
At least in the last instance nothing more nefarious happened than the grumpy hotelier that we woke up telling the taxi driver where to go. One of those days where even though the driver charged us for both journeys – his cock-up plus the correct hotel – I was too tired to argue and just paid him.
I blame whoever broke the plane on the way from Delhi, causing it to be delayed an hour at Heathrow for repairs. Well, I suppose I also blame America for having the most stupidly long and officious immigration checks, leading to enormous queues just to get in another queue to get back on a plane. Hence the breakneck gallop through the enormous departure halls of Miama airport.
Our hotel is pretty basic and we have one change of clothes (and no idea whether our luggage is following us). When does the holiday start?
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