Breadmaker & Back in Bangkok

Oh I had such a lovely time in the UK. Husband asked me what was the highlight and I thought for a minute:




... and then I said: ‘All of it. The whole week was a highlight’.

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My friend in Manchester said ‘We’ve got some presents for you and the kids, but they aren’t very big’.

My sister said on the ‘phone ‘I’ve got some presents for you and the kids, but they aren’t very big.’

It was nearly time to go so I repacked my bag. I put everything on the bed: all the books I had bought (I was careful, honest, I only bought 10 or so) and the Soft and Gentle (four large cans), the Tampax (three large boxes) , the Rennies (6 large boxes), the Resolve (two boxes) and the two pots of ‘Options’. It didn’t fit in my case.

My friend, the High Priestess of Punk-chew-ation coughed and said ‘breadmaker.’ Mmmmm, there was a breadmaker in Kent at my folks; I was carrying it back to Bangkok. I couldn’t understand why the space that had been created by 7 pairs of ‘crocs’ I’d bought from Bangkok wasn’t enough… I had to buy a bigger suitcase. I packed the new suitcase and I repacked the breadmaker, which I planned to carry on.

At Heathrow I gave the lovely check in woman my passport, she giggled and said, ‘Is this really you?’ My new suitcase was three kilos overweight and my breadmaker was too big to carry on. ‘That’s okay’ I said, ‘I’ll check the breadmaker in too.’ It was 7 kilos. ‘You’re only allowed to check in one piece of luggage’ she said ‘and you’re only allowed 23 kilos in total. I’m supposed to charge you £120 pounds to check in the breadmaker. I don’t have the authority to change this – only my manager does.’

‘So… uhm, can we try your manager?’

Lovely, gorgeous check-in woman and her unseen (but no doubt equally delicious) manager waived my fee.

Phew.