Evverything feels better after a good breakfast

Last night we arrived in Manchester Airport. The flight was pleassant, and the sandwiches were very nice - and half price, because it was the last flight off the day (Ryanair probably inccrease the prices instead, for out of hours catering).

That was the good part.

There was nobody at Manchester airport to meet us with a wheelchair. Fortunately the staff found a chair wwe could push ourselves, avoiding a 20 minute wait. So Maithrie pushed the chair and I pushed both baggage trolleys!

Then we bought 2 more sandwiches and a carton of orange juice from the Spar in the terminal. The chicken one was off, and the orange was not so much resealable as opened, started, and resealed! The taxi driver wasn't friendly or helpful, but at least we arrived at the hotel safely.


And today, after a good breakfast, everything seems much better.

Taking the... Mickey?

What is Ryanair's Michael O'Leary smoking these days? His latest wheeze seems to be putting coin slots on the toilets in his planes - at least that's what the BBC says he is considering. The service, already scraping the bottom of the barrel, looks set to plumb new depths.

And how come it's OK to charge anyone booking one of his flights a credit card fee for each passenger and each leg of the journey? How can that legitimately be described as a "credit card" fee? The credit card company don't charge Ryanair extra if more people are included in a single transaction, or if more than one flight is involved in a transaction. Time the Trading Standards Office started taking an interest, perhaps?

Aieeeeee!

Two steps forward, and one step back.

Just as the house was getting tidier and most of the rooms were functional, the shelves in my study collapsed. As I sat at my desk.

Suddenly I was almost buried in an avalanche of folders, CDs, books and papers.

Sorry, no pictures. It's just too traumatic - and I need a coffee.