mirrorshard | Glasgow, at last (Reply)

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