Posted tagged ‘heathrow’

Chopped Liver – Into My Arms

January 4, 2011

B and Weedy have made it home from their delayed flight yesterday. My poor wee 6 yr-old was up for over 14 hours with the ordeal – he’s already back at school and probably falling asleep at a desk near you.

I can’t describe the joy and pride you feel receiving a little boy running up to you with the face of uncontrolled happiness as was the case yesterday when we were reunited.

So I wont.

And a lovely big hug from B too – you know the pleasure you get from meeting up again makes you feel they should go away more often!

It’s a joke.

I said – it’s a joke!

Honestly, you gotta be so careful what you say,

So, as I am not going to describe the cuteness of my little boy – I shall replace it with something almost as cute – this is a video of The Cat in the Mac Bag – it’s quite good, really.

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Chopped Liver – Alone Again, Naturally

December 22, 2010

Naturally, it could’ve been Alone Again Or or Alone Again Naturally but I chose Naturally.

Primarily, as I have never before started and ended a sentence with Naturally, correctly – naturally.

The point is that B and Weedy have landed – and will be experiencing weather close to 25 degrees higher than what they have left.

The road to Heathrow was a doddle. We arrived early – and that is early by El Al standards – 4 hours rather than the obligatory 3. The check-in hall was clear. You might think that was a good thing – in fact it was most frustrating – as we were not allowed to enter for fear of congestion. No fear of congestion from where I looked – it was empty.

So we were cattled across the road to a massive marquee where we were informed that free tea and coffee woould be provided – yeah right – as if we could get close to it. No, we had to stand in the smoke-polluted freezing cold – where everyone stood.(*) (**)

We were told that we may be there for 2 hours. That was the cue, after 20 minutes for us to get the “EL AL passenegrs only” call. As B said – it must leave on time and there must be the customary stringent security checks.

In fact, as I waited till B had checked in her suitcase, a heavily armed security guard approached me to enquire as to my reason for hanging around the El Al queue. “Ah, y’see sir, my wife, y’see, she’s bin laden with her case an’ all”.

No, I did not say that.

And so I am home alone for the next 11 days – hoping more than ever that I don’t get that call. They need a holiday.

And so do I!

(*) Obscure and somewhat contrived Dylan reference
(*) Well, it tickled me, anyway

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – My Little Runaway

December 21, 2010

It’s the night before the morning …whatever.

I presume my family are flying off from Heathrow tomorrow – noone has said otherwise so we will head off tomorrow to the airport – fully intending for B and Weedy to take off.

I’ll miss them.

If I get the call while they’re away – we’ll see how quickly they can get back. But, hey, they need a holiday – I’ve covered all that before – at least they’ll get a bit of sun, see their (grand)parents and generally have a break.

And I have a number of activities lined up – so everything’s cool.

Listen, if B wants to find out how things are going back home – she only has to read my bleedin’ blog!

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – One Day They’ll Fly Away

December 20, 2010

Normally around this time B, Weedy and I head off to Israel to stay with my in-laws – get a bit of sun – and laugh at the misfortunes of those left back home.

I’m reminded of a classic line from Bob Monkhouse – he said “Everyone laughed at me when I told them I was going to be a comedian – HA! They’re not laughing now!”

And nobody’s laughing here either. Not least because the schools are closed and I am home alone “entertaining” my son and his friend. Reminds me of another line – “Come over, I’m entertaining this Xmas?” To which I reply, “Listen darling, you have never been entertaining!”

Hi B, You just relax - don't worry about me!

But my family (sans moi) are due to fly out on Wednesday from Heathrow for the best part of 2 weeks. Maybe I shouldn’t say the “best” part – only land me in trouble – but who knows if they’ll get away?

I have plans y’see. They involve a fair amount of lie-ins plus a number of eat-outs – out of the kindness of family and friends – and right now these plans – especially the lie-ins bit are potentially up in the air.

Lie-ins up in the air are somewhat hazardous, by the way, especially for one with vertigo.

Obviously if they don’t get away AND I do get the call, then it will have been a fated blessing – but I am back to believing that the call is not going to happen in the near future – it’s hard y’know, keeping myself in a constant state of anticipation, expectation, trepidation etc so sometimes I just put it out of my mind – until I realise I have to write a blog called Chopped Liver.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.