Lazy day (again)

Mr B had earned a lazy day. It turned out that last night's hour and a half delay was just the start of it. Exactly two hours after the flight was due to leave (at the point where compensation items like phone calls and food are triggered) they were loaded onto the plane at last. But with no pilot. Their 8.15 pm flight finally left the ground at 20 past midnight. Oddly, there was no bad weather that evening (though there had been earlier) but for a two hour period no planes left. Then a bunch of long-haul flights left. Mr B's flight seemed to be at the back of the queue. So much for the benefits of travelling with the national airline...

Meanwhile, Toulouse airport's website was telling me (at 1.04am French time) that his flight was due "on time" (ie at 11pm...) BA were confidentally telling me that the flight had 'departed' and would arrive at 1.34am French time. It actually arrived at 2.50am. Good job I wasn't going to pick him up - then I would have been stuck with all the other stunned looking folk waiting to pick people up, from an airport so deserted that the army had to be drafted in to check passports. Mr B is done with them (apart from tomorrow, when he has another flight to endure).

Regardless, he did finally make it home, despite a car that was convinced that a door was open so kept all the lights on inside the car (he had to tape them up in the end). Through exhaustion he then proceeded to break a glass of water and his bedside lamp before, finally, being allowed to sleep - 23 hours after he first got up.

Anyway, the day dawned earlier than you might like after a day like that, with some rodenty thing nibbling something very loudly in the bedroom. Seems it is time for mousetraps. But it was a gloriously sunny day, with just these pretty clouds to decorate the sky in the morning, and give us some respite from the sun to let us have a head-clearing walk along the Roman Road.

Lunch, outdoors for the first time in ages as it was actually cool enough, was followed by me introducing everyone to 'Careers', a board game we played loads when I was little. Perhaps not surprisingly, I won.

Then with the kids released to do what they liked, Mr B and I whiled away the afternoon lazing on the terrace with pastis and setting the business world to rights. I learned more about venture capital than I thought I might ever want to know, and a bit more about what Mr B is actually doing in London. Duck and chips and now a family movie night to round off a compressed 'weekend' together. Short, but sweet. I think the sunshine alone was enough to make him glad he'd made the trip.