After this morning’s gorgeous sunshine and warmth in Mallorca, returning to London’s grim and damp atmosphere is rather a buzzkill. Time for some warming soup!
After this morning’s gorgeous sunshine and warmth in Mallorca, returning to London’s grim and damp atmosphere is rather a buzzkill. Time for some warming soup!
Amazingly, we took off from Mallorca on time and landed in London on time.
I’m stunned.
It was an uneventful journey and I passed the time getting stuck into ‘Three Body Problem’ on my iPad Mini.
Now back home, all unpacked, and awaiting a groceries delivery so we can eat dinner!
Refuelling in the Sala VIP before our flight back to London. And they have one of my favourite non-alcohol beers! πΊ
Currently packing and getting ready for our return flight to London. Hoping it’s nothing like the outbound catastrophe!
But first, a final delicious breakfast here in the hotel, then swinging by the in-laws' for a coffee and goodbyes.
πΈ Good morning from a very sunny Mallorca.
Looking forward to lying back in the sun after breakfast.
On our way back from this evening’s pizza extravaganza, I had to stop and take some photos: the sky was just spectacular.
Drove out to Puerto Portals, home of the super yachts and badly-parked German sports cars.
The people are often unbearable - loud, garish and ostentatiously wealthy - but it’s the place to get the best pizza in Mallorca. So we did. And now I can barely walk. I’m approximately 98% cheese.
πΈ Proof that we had some sunshine while in Mallorca (even if Iβm sheltering from the rain now)
Hello from Mallorca.
The sun is coming and going but I donβt mind. I have a great view and bottomless Sondheim playing in my ears. Plus a poolside bar mere steps awayβ¦
πΈ Iβm full of delicious mussels
πΈ The view from here. Enjoying a beer out in the (inconsistent) sunshine.
Itβs only 16C but itβs nice to be outside, with this view of the sea.
πΈ The view from here: on approach to Palma de Mallorca
πΈ A damp and grim morning here in Madrid Barajas βοΈ
πΈ If nobody else shows up, Iβm lying down for this flight.
Next stop: Mallorca. Hopefully.
Another veritable nightmare of travel courtesy of British Airways.
Long story short: we only made it as far as Madrid. Have to stay in an airport hotel and fly on to Mallorca 7am tomorrow morning.
B.A. Obviously stands for bloody awful.
In the BA Lounge at Heathrow Terminal 5. βοΈ
Absolutely demolished some delicious Beef and Guinness pie, followed by amazing ginger cake and washed down with champagne. Even if my flight is cancelled again, I’ve had a lovely lunch.
Well. After three flight cancellations yesterday evening, I’m still in London.
At least I got to sleep in my own bed last night, unlike many visitors who had to go and find a hotel bed in London at short notice. We’ve been booked onto a 3pm flight from Heathrow this afternoon, when we can try all over again.
Weather happens, cancellations happen. But the British Airways lack of information, support and even basic manners rubbed salt into the wounds of every passenger stuck in the airport. Their ground staff give the attitude of people doing the job as some kind of favour to passengers. On their terms, when they feel like it.
Hopefully I’ll be in Mallorca this evening. But I can’t even guarantee that. In the interim, there’s the BA Lounge at Heathrow to enjoy, and I plan to enjoy their hospitality to the max.
It’s the very least they can do, all things considered.
πΈ Pre-flight IPA at London City Airport βοΈ
πΈ After the rainβ¦
Keeping things neat.
I’ve set up a separate micro blog (and account) to write about life as a psychologist. You can find it here. It’ll be shared to my professional Mastodon and Threads accounts too.
Turns outβ¦
These ferocious headaches Iβve had for the past three days (including this very moment) could be down to the nuclear volume of probiotics my gastro consultant prescribed.
Ugh.
I just spotted the Apple WWDC 2024 announcement and quickly opened my calendar to put the keynote in, so I can watch along live.
This geek has to know immediately how Apple are introducing new bells and whistles to all my favourite apps. But horror of horrors, I’m not going to be able to watch live!
A quick look at my calendar shows me I’m actually going to be in the middle of Sitges Pride, so I think sitting in front of a tech keynote is going to be the last thing on my mind. I’ll just catch up with the announcements the following morning (when I eventually get back to my hotel room π€£) and take it from there.
If only Tim Cook had reached out to the European gays, we’d have let him know to reschedule and avoid this sacred time in our diaries…
Took a rake of painkillers. Had a nap.
Feeling marginally better, but there’s still a dull ache all over the right hand side of my head. And my eyeball hurts when I bend over or sneeze. Just lovely.
Anyway. I managed to finish the YouTube edits I was working on and got a podcast episode lined up for publication next week. Chipping away at my todo list, just to make tomorrow slightly easier.
Yesterday’s headache is back with a bang.
Thumping. And my right eye hurts like a mofo. As it hurts to look at a screen, I’m going to pack up and head home. I’m not someone who gets migraines, but it’s starting to feel that way.
Time to lie down in the dark and hopefully this will pass.
πΈ Moody London sky