I got a few calls on Friday from Mum and Dad, they had two flights diverted for emergency landings in Dubai and Budapest. What a nightmare for them. To add to the frustration, the mobile phone coverage and networks in Dubai are shit. Three times, mum tried to ring to tell me they were ok and two of those times all I heard was static. I let out an overwhelming "FUCK!" and stomped my foot in the lounge room. It was so stunning it even scared Robin. I don't think I have ever been so frustrated in my life. And annoyed, and scared. After checking the Emirates website for hours and hours, I finally concluded that they would be landing in the morning. I set the alarm early for Saturday morning and checked the website again. 0825. I bloody well hoped so!
Mum and dad landed on (re)schedule and were so glad to be home. They told us all of the drama and the stories, the sights, the food (and booze) and all the rest. I was happy to see them again and still in good spirits.
And of course, I got gifts. Two gorgeous tops and a set of union jack socks.
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