Honeymoon - The London Leg

Well, we missed the flight to Reykjavik. Entirely due that STUPID FUCKER that decided a good thing to do was was to leave an unattended bag in Dublin airport at 0730, our 1700 flight took off at 1930, and as we taxied in to the gate in stansted we could see the iceland flight boarding. Our neighbours, with whom we had bonded, knew the whole story and nodded sympathetically. So we waited forlorn for an iceland express in Stansted airport 7 hours after we had arrived in dublin airport. The next flight is 24 hours after that one. Luckily she wasn't as mercenary as a Ryanair worker, even though they are a lowcost airline (if such a concept can exist in iceland), and charged us the flight change fee instead of the £180 each one way that it looked like it was going to cost us. She made notes like 'honeymoon couple' 'lady very distressed' as I gave her a winning smile. In fairness I had been fairly distraught on and off. The new gate area in Dublin airport was like one of those dodgy ITV 'Airline!' shows. Screaming kids, 3 toilets, felt like a giant portacabin...not a fun place to sit for 3 hours with no information at all. Anyway, its the silver lining now - Sinead couldn't make it to our wedding so we rolled up to her and her drunken friends at the National Film Theatre after 11pm last night and were greeted like celebraties. They whooped and hollered and treated us all special cos we were the poor honeymooners who should have been in Reykjavik. Top people all, even if we met them briefly. As we left the bouncer told us if anything happened in the next 9 months, we had to name it Late Lounge (the name of the bar). Which we figured was a goer as said child could feasibly be nicknamed LL Cool J. So there you are, this is the london leg, and I can do this blogging now cos Sinead is a big brother addict and has to catch up on who's evicted last night this morning. Hopefully you won't hear from me again. Nails are still intact btw.
x jill