Half way home realising I'd left my laptop charger, bu**er; turning round and being forced to run the gamut of the office burglar alarm....again.
Arriving home around 12:30am where I made myself exceedingly popular with Bob and Teenage Triathlete, by crashing around the house packing or rather chucking half a dozen t shirts, 3 pairs of shorts, 2 warm up suits, 2 racing suits 2 pairs of goggles and as many clean pairs of knickers as I could find not to mention enough electronic gadgets to start up a PC World franchise, in a bag. 3 hours 25 mins in bed then up and off to the airport.
By 12 noon (5pm UK time) I found myself starving and shattered at 41,000 feet What I hadn't factored into the equation was rain.....we landed amidst a thunderstorm and oh my goodness il fait pleut.
|The Elusive Montreal Metro|
The guy eventually caved in and gave me the room key when I provided about a zillion Facebook conversations I was able to pull up on my phone (which by now was running as low on energy as I was and his patience was tested a bit by the 81 email notifications which kept interrupting the Facebook search.) The clincher to the argument might've been "trust me I'm a lawyer!"