And so it was still quite wild when we got to Gatwick but we landed thankfully.  We were told to speak to the customer service folk at the connections desk, but it was empty when we got to it as we entered the baggage reclaim area. 

What to do?  I don’t know if my bag will get dropped here or where it might go and there is no one to ask. I see a phone on the wall and chat to a voice that assures me that my bag will not appear here and to go on through. 

Once through I look for one of those friendly customer service people that you see when you watch the TV program,  but alas I never saw anyone. When I finally found BA and explained my problem to the young ladies,  they sent me to the long queue in the corner so that they could help. The next flight to Venice is less than an hour from now and I don’t know if I will get on it. I ask someone for help at the Special Assistance desk, but then demarcation kicks in and she can’t help. I finally get her to rise her fat arse off her chair and we go to the front of the queue and tell them that I need to be dealt with quickly or the next flight will leave. I was told to get in line and wait.

Then fat arse turns and said to me “Your backpack is quite large,  in fact too big to carry on” I just looked at her and turned away. I really do feel that some people are a bit racist down here and just don’t like us Scottish folk, or maybe a bit stupid.  If I had more time for some banter with her I would have had some fun but alas I had more important things to take care of. 

So now I’m on the plane for Venice and I could eat a scabby headed horse even although I managed to grab a quick sandwich before boarding the plane. So I’m hoping I can find some pizza and some wine when I arrive in Venice. 

I shall keep you posted. 

LANDED. ………..