Mounting costs

After three days of missing bag, keys and ghd's, coupled with mounting parking costs and a distinct lack of transport, it was time to get proactive about the cause.

The VW garage got a visit with a request for a new car key. The initial quote of €500 to change the locks was soon replaced by €60 for a new key. Great, but it would take 10 days.

10 more days of parking charges. Oh well, I was beginning to accept the expensive outcome. Bloody baggage handlers.
They would call me when the key was ready. Smashing.

Almost as a parting comment they informed me, ''Oh, but the key won't actually start the car...''.

Fucking marvelous.

''It will open the door though...".

Joy. Not exactly what I had in mind.

I was then told that the key is programmed with an anti-theft device, so I would need to get the new key reprogrammed for a small fortune. It can't be done on site either, so I would need a tow truck to go and fetch the car, tow it 20 kilometres and reprogramme the key. All for a cost equivalent to the debt of a small African country. Crikey!

I did the only thing appropriate at the time and in a girly can't-help-it kind of way. I was very embarrassed but the eyes would not stop leaking. The shame of the girly-ness.

I trudged back to the office, trying to accept that my bank holiday weekend was going to turn out to be incredibly expensive. It's only money, I thought. Not even a brief sighting of the fit physio man who had been treating me could cheer me up as I sniffed and waved weakly.

On arrival at the office, wallowing, I got a call to say the bag had just turned up.

Things turned out OK in the end, but I am still traumatised by the whole experience.

Outstandingly dim...not to mention vain....

....I am.

I am slightly cross and annoyed. Mostly cross. With myself.

Gatwick/Easyjet/new baggage handling company have lost my luggage. Boo.

Whilst I could blame them (and of course I very much do), or I could blame the Greenpeace tree-huggers for putting some environmental curse thingy on me (not likely), I mostly and very much blame myself.

I rarely put anything in the hold you see. Particularly not for a long weekend.

The reason I did this time involves a hair product. One unavailable where I live and one over 100ml (the hand luggage liquid limit). It only cost me 2 pounds but I covet it, plus it was brand new.

Mrs Orange Easyjet woman threatened to take it off me. On account of not being in a rush I checked it in, so I could relish in the use of my luxury 2 pound item at the other end.

Now everything is lost and I am cross.

My car keys are also in there - an incredibly stupid move on my part. This would be OK if I had access to the spare set.
Unbelievably stupidly - they are in there too....

In my defense, I drove straight from having my car serviced on Friday to the airport. They had replaced my spare set of keys which hadn't been working. I thought it was safer to keep the spare set with me rather than leave them in the car all weekend. I was smug regarding my sensibleness at the time.

So my car is stuck in the expensive airport garage 20kms away and I am waiting. Expensively. Not to mention crossly.

I can't tell you how upset I am with myself.....and also the fact that my beloved ghd's without-which-I-cannot-live are also in my bag, but don't get me started on that.

So here I sit expensively waiting, with unruly wavy hair, no car or 2 pound evil trouble causing hair product, cross.

Did I mention I was cross?