Our poorly car needs some surgery which will involve ordering some parts so we've hired a car for a little while.
Mum and dad were here today but got a taxi back to their apartment about 6 as they're going out tonight with some people they've met over here.
Don hired the car from the airport and we got a bus to there..except a certain someone who shall remain nameless..but it wasn't me..(
) got off the bus one stop too early so we figured we'd be ok walking. Wrong!!
At first it was ok as there is a big blue bridge you walk over and you get a stupendous view of the airport.
Of course, nerdy Norma here was in her element!
The planes were flying in practically over our heads so out came the camera.
We walked on and then the path just stopped.
It meant we would be walking directly next to the dual carriageway.
Now, I like to think I'm a bit of a daredevil (eejit Don says) but even I was really bricking it as these cars were thundering past us at great speed.
Between the noise of the cars and the noise of the planes overhead I couldn't hear a thing.
We walked back to the bus stop, caught a bus and got off at the next stop.
Another walk round the outskirts of the airport and I'm still clicking away with the camera.
It was at this point Don stopped walking and told me off!
Actually told me off!
*Hangs head in shame* but secretly giggling.
Don soon cheered up though as he found a 2 euro coin.
Shenanigans part 47 occurred when a miserable faced so and so at the car rental place politely informed Don that they required 600 euro deposit.
Don politely informed the miserable faced so and so where to shove that suggestion!
This little dispute went on for some time.
Glancing behind me and seeing a queue forming of people waiting to be seen and tutting loudly about missed flights etc I decided at that point to ever so casually walk away.
So I did..and accidentally leant against a car and set the flaming alarm off.
There was a group of Irish golfers who seemed to find this most amusing..thanks lads.
By this time Don has finished arguing with misery guts, stomps over to me and we get out that airport PDQ!.
We're home now.
Don is on his second can of beer and I'm comfort eating crisps.
What a flaming day!
And no...he didn't pay the 600 euros.
