Glasgow, at last

[mirrorshard]

What a ridiculous trip that was. A pile of minor delays and irritations, including the evacuation of St Pancras station just before I got there, and I ended up rushing up to the checkin desk at Luton just as they were flashing up the "Last minute checkin for Flight 73" sign.

In order to find out that Flight 73 was overbooked (they'd been told they had a 156-seater aircraft, but only had a 149-seater) and my options were either to wait till late-late for the next flight to Glasgow with free seats, or to fly to Edinburgh and take the train for an hour. (Oh, and I get 250 euros in compensation for all this.)

So, Edinburgh and the train it was, but in the meantime I had a belated flash of worry, and checked with Easyjet to try and find out which airport my already-checked-in bag was going to. Assured by them that it went to Glasgow on Flight 73, I resigned myself to collecting it in the morning, and headed off to Edinburgh, filling out a delayed-baggage incident form on the way.

This morning, of course, it turns out that it isn't at Glasgow. It isn't in the system anywhere. And when they find it, they'll courier it to me. Which is not astoundingly helpful, because whilst I'd been sensible and packed everything I'd need overnight in my hand luggage, I hadn't packed anything more than that. And I'd rather wanted to be able to put on a clean shirt and my good jacket, shave properly, and tell icedsilk to get dressed up, we're going out to dinner. At least some of that is still possible, and will be done.

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[elettaria.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Let's hope they managed it. This is what happened last time DT flew up to stay, via blessed Easyjet.

[I am pootling around flat wondering if DT's flight was delayed. Phone rings]
DT: Hi, it's me. I'm on the bus back from the airport.
Me: How was the flight?
DT: Fine, but the buggers have lost my luggage and all my stuff's in it.
Me: Shit. [meditative pause] Where are you, are you anywhere near Princes Street yet?
DT: Not for a while.
Me: Right, I'll ring you back in ten min.
[I ring a couple of shops, then ring DT back]
Me: Right, Marks & Sparks is still open, it's the stop by Hanover Street, go and get yourself some underpants.

So DT got himself a packet of underpants and a muted pink and brown striped sweater. This was on Tuesday evening. On Wednesday morning DT went off for a three-day tour of the Highlands and Skye. On Wednesday afternoon his luggage turned up by courier, we'd spent a hell of a long time ringing round various airports and so on to find out where the hell it was. So he went off to Skye wearing one of my sweaters, the highest-necked one we could manage. Thankfully he's only 5'7 and a slim creature, but it was still most amusing. At least he ended up travelling light, between the clothes he was wearing, the underpants, the two extra sweaters and a microfibre towel (which are fantastic things for travelling as they're thin and light, and great for drying long hair because they soak up water like nobody's business and don't make heavy turbans).

If your luggage goes missing for long enough, you are entitled to compensation, I think it's £25 per day up to £75 or something. Hopefully it will arrive soon, though. There's a bus to the airport from Princes Street if it ends up at Edinburgh airport. I'd keep ringing anyone remotely possible, though.

What a drag, eh. Anyway, I look forward to meeting you soon for that falafel! My best friend should be coming round tomorrow evening, but apart from that I'm generally free this week.

[mirrorshard.livejournal.com]

Still no luggage, but I'm coping, with emergency visits to M&S and Waterstone's.

How's Friday afternoon/early evening sound for falafel-related purposes? If things don't get themselves sorted out by then, I will be irritated, but I have the essentials in any case.

[elettaria.livejournal.com]

Fine, though the falafel place shuts relatively early (for a falafel place) and according to its own mysterious rules; 5 is when it shuts outwith the festival, it's meant to shut later at the moment. 4ish, perhaps? Send me a text closer to the time.

They should be able to courier your luggage to anywhere at all, hold out for it if there are any mutterings about getting you to pick it up.