'And Your Back in The Room' (Well the UK) Part 1

Well we have returned from France and what a shame it is to come back i have to say.

The Weather out there was good, the flights fine and the house great.

So my and my son headed off at 2pm Wednesday afternoon to the airport with no problems, except the road was clear and we ended up getting there about 1hr half before before check in opened, so what do you do, well you sit on your bag and read your sons comic with him again and again and wander round seeing nothing but people queuing to get anywhere.

Once check in had opened and we got rid of the suit case we queued with everyone else to get through security, it definitely has got more tedious and when we got to the security screening it was the "Shoes off please" now this is the first time i have been through since they tightened things up and i was wearing my smelly trainers, not a job I would want. So once we were dressed again it was time to get some food and waste two hours till we knew which gate we would be flying from. Now as a smoker I like to have a couple or three cigs before a flight as it helps pass the time and the last time in an airport this wasn't a problem as you could go to the bar, have a beer and a smoke, now you can have the beer, but smoking is out and there is nowhere once past check in you can go to have a smoke.

Once the gate was displayed and we got on the plane (which with easyjet is quite easy as if you have children or have a disability or booked a priority check in ticket you get on first). So we found a seat and I sat my son by the window as it was his first flight and I thought he might like to see whats happening, now when we were walking to the bus stop to get to the airport the planes were flying above us coming in to land and they are very loud which scared my son a little and he covered his ears, so I thought I might have a mission on my hands come take off. Luckily I was wrong, he stared out of the window as we rushed down the tarmac and as we left the ground he was all smiles which in turn made me so proud of him.

There was nothing to the flight really, the drinks trolley came so got myself a JD and coke and OJ for the boy, he watched Transformers the Movie (Cartoon version) on my ipod and I just chilled and also read him Shrek the third that we had brought in the terminal. My son also made a friend on the plane, the boy behind us which was nice and they played a bit (as best you can do when stuck in your seat and shared their crisps. With the landing my son was looking out of the window watching the ground getting closer and closer but with not a worry on his face. Once off the plane and through passport control where my son and his new friend were comparing Passport pics we got through to baggage reclaim and waited for our bags, we had been there about 2mins when my mum turned up with Bothwell her Dalmatian dog, now he is a friendly dog and won't say boo to a goose but he will jump up and try and say hello and with not being a small dog can take the wind out of you and make you unsteady on your feet, which is fine as he calms down after you say hello. Whilst still waiting for the suitcase my son is playing with my friend and mum has started talking to some people who have seen bothwell and want to talk all about dogs etc, so I take a step back and mind my own business. Once our suitcase is collected we head to the car and get in start the drive back to my mums, its about 9pm UK time and about 1hr after what would be my sons bedtime but he is still pumped from the flight and is talking all the way. We get to my mums about 10/half 10 UK time and the house in the dark looks foreboding.

We are given a quick tour which I will put down here next time.