Me and Fifthborn took the late plane home from Venice Treviso airport in order to save a few quid on flights. We had no hold luggage, so if all had gone to plan we'd have been home before 1.00 - late for a nine year-old who goes back to school tomorrow, but not insane. When our Ryanair flight landed at 11.30 - just ten minutes late - I thought we'd been vindicated. But then we had to disembark using a shuttle bus, which meant we were stuck on board for 20 minutes. Then there was huge bottleneck at passport control, with passengers only being let into the queue in batches of a few dozen at a time.
Having at last passed beneath the sexy new, post-car bomb attack "UK Border" sign we learned that the Pink Elephant buses to the long stay car parks were going from a different stop from usual now that midnight had passed. Naturally, the park our car was in was the last to be called on by the Pink Elephant we eventually found. Then, to complete an imperfect end to a lovely three days away, the M11 turn-off into east London was closed and the signs for diverted traffic petered out somewhere east of Stratford. Still, at least I ended up seeing the outer edge of the future 2012 Olympic Park. Perhaps I'll feel better if I think of it as research. Yawn.
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