izzi blog

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So izzi and I left New York and headed for London, I had to pack up the house in Greenwich and decide on what stayed in the house, what went into storage and what I was giving away. I hate the last bit, giving away your belongings is really hard for me as a hoarder. Anyway to cut a long story short if I ever could do that it would be a miracle. I decided to be ruthless, but clearly not enough as the day the removal truck came they brought one that was not big enough I am not sure what I considered to be big enough but I had to repack boxes time and time again.
In the end I decided to abandon all hope of ever finding anything again and went to Marks and Spencer and bought myself a Pork Pie, sorry DOC,but yes I did give in and ate a Pork Pie. Things I guess went down hill from there as I then not only gave in to eating pasta I also helped izzi drain the Malbec.

So the next day was a big day for us since deciding to uproute our life and move to the USA as we were summoned to the US Embassy for our visa interview. We trawled into central London on the tube, I have to say I had forgotten what the experience of commuter tubes was like. No Air Con, no seats, no polite people and finally the dreadful smell of yesterdays gym kit oozing from most of the bodies, take me back to civilisation I thought. I was minus my handbag, cell phone (See how Americanised I am) in fact everything except the bare essentials as izzi had read the instructions ! this should have been a warning sign that I should have checked myself. So we get to Grosvenor Square and everyone in the Queue is carrying ruck sacks, huge handbags, well everyone except me! The process was fairly painless and the agent tells me all is good to go I am now officially allowed to stay in the USA. Hallelujah !

When we got home I called KLM (Name and Shame here) to reconfirm our flights and to advise them that I had 6 pieces of baggage and to check the cost of the excess I was going to have to pay. The agent on the line tells me one bag each is free and the others will be charged at 50euros per bag. So the next day izzi and I turn up at London City Airport with the said 6 pieces of luggage to be told ’sorry it is 50 euros the first bag each and then 200 euros there after’ I was on the point of  hitting the floor with either a fainting fit or a hissy fit, I am not sure at this point which. I of course exclaimed that I was refusing to pay that much but was told ‘Well you have a choice’ oh I do thank heavens for that I thought, ‘Yes madam you have a choice it’s called take it or leave it!’.

I have to say the Service agent was obviously sucking on a lemon as she informed me of my choice, I reluctantly paid up and boarded the aircraft, to be told that the choice of food was garbage or garbage which did I want to eat? I have to say that you guys all know that I travel a lot and the airlines are just getting worse.  The Hostess or Host, it was difficult to tell, I am sure the said person who was wearing a skirt had more than a 5 o’clock shadow was the most offensive waitress ever. When I asked if it was OK for me to have another Coke I was just ignored. The service on KLM was the lowest of the lowest and the food was not fit for human or canine consumption. I guess the moral of my little escapade is buy your own airline or stay at home!