What a disastorous trip! It started off when I couldn't walk over the glass floor to get into terminal 5 cos I suffer from vertigo. I then ordered lunch in 'Giraffe' and wondered why the waitress said 'is that it'. The reason is becuase my mouth and my finger is not concide, I ordered a bowl of homous and that's it. This is all before i left the UK!
Then when i arrived at my hotel I found out that the hotel booking service didn't book my hotel, so i had to upgrade to a VIP room at £250 a night! Then I found out that cos the hotel booking people couldn't get hold of me on the flight, they phoned mum asking to speak to my next of kin! It shook her up so much that she couldn't speak. She thought the worse.
The next day, the lift closed on me and didn't open again! I got trapped in the middle! I also had the most amazing nose bleed for half and hour. I was almost going to phone the doctor becuase I was loosing so much blood that it was pouring out of my nose and making me light headed! I used a whole toilet roll!
I hadn't even got to the meeting by this stage! I eventually got to the meeting and it was very successful, apart from the blood that was dried to my nose. I'd never met these people before, I always like to make an impression.
On the way back to the UK, I couldn't leave terminal 5. After a good 15 mins of coazing myself to walk on a glass floor, lots of tears, a stranger helped me over the flass floor. Disaster after disaster.
No comments:
Post a Comment