Okay, so my girlfriend is on her way to Edinburgh as I’m writing this. Probably reading Terry Pratchett right now at Gatwick Airport. YEA! Gatwick!! I dropped her off at Copenhagen Airport this morning, at 05:30. YEA! 05:30!!

Why Gatwick? Why 05:30, I’ll tell you.

We had everything planned and organised (well, organised, the girl suffers from ADHD, so organised is probably an exaggeration, but you get my point) during the past 2-3 weeks, the ticket was booked, the bags packed, you know, like what you do when you’re about to spend 5-6 months in Edinburgh.

So, yesterday, she checked-in online through the British Airways website, as it was the last thing she had to do, we were about to get ready for a glass of wine and a nice dinner with her parents. Enter Snowstorm in England!

In short, she got a text-message saying the plane from Heathrow to Edinburgh was cancelled because of the massive snowfall in England... after 30 minutes on the phone she got herself a ticket for a plane to London Gatwick instead, not with British Airways though but Cimber Sterling. Yaaaay, everything saved...

Or?

So the Cimber plane would take off at 06:55, so we get up at 04:00 !!!

05:30 - CPH airport. It was awful, there were soooo many people, but hell, the Cimber desks were nearly empty. A.-C. (my girlfriend) got herself a print of the booking and had her pass ready, the luggage on the conveyer-belt, Let’s Rock...

Or No !

Apparently, the people from British Airways had forgotten to give the booking a F.I.M. number (something you need when one company transfers you to another company) so she points us to some other desk (the desk for people without F.I.M.’s).

The swedish guy behind the desk is fixing it, slowly, and I can’t catch a word of what he’s saying, because my Swedish, well... I don’t have any Swedish, but A.-C. seems to be relaxed, not too stressed, I trust everything will be fine.

She gets some new papers from the Swedish guy, and we hurry back to the Cimber desk, which had moved, luckily not too far from where we were.

Ticket ready, Pass ready, Luggage on the conveyer-belt, Let’s Rock...

Only 35 minutes to boarding, she had to get moving, no time for long goodbye’s (she’s gone for 6 months, I wanted a loooong goodbye, but hell, this is important, after all this trouble, it would be dead-stupid to miss the plane because of sloppy kisses and teary cheeks).

From now on all communication is based on text-messages and short phone-calls.

I stick around a bit at the airport, get myself a cup of Latte Vanilla, yummy, smoke a cigarette or 2, or 3, and make sure she gets on the plane alright.

After I get confirmation that she is on the plane, I get my ass on a train home, I’m dead-tired, but don’t want to sleep, I want to make sure she also lands at Gatwick

Landing time at Gatwick.

As I said, right now, A.-C. is at Gatwick, her plane to EDI leaves tonight at 18:10, and to make everything a bit more fun, and entertaining, they managed to loose her luggage.

They! I don’t know who, nobody really wants to take responsibility as she booked with British Airways and flew with Cimber Sterling, and she can only fill out the lost luggage papers when she gets to her final destination, which is EDI at 19:25 if everything goes well. For all we know, it’s all still somewhere at CPH, or Heathrow, or Gatwick, or Edinburgh.

Fun and entertaining. God!!

Thank you snow-king!!

To be continued.