Our Aching Feet

The cards seem stacked against us. The night before we were to leave, the printer died. Yes, we've had it for 8 years, but really, was that the best time to choose to die? Uli ran off to Staples and hooked it up and away we went. For a while. Wednesday morning Uli wasn't working and planned to print off the last of the itinerary that we needed for the trip. Suddenly the internet was down, my computer wasn't work and the printer wasn't working. We lost a few hours of time trying to get it all sorted out and getting everything printed off. In the end, we just had to accept that it wasn't going to happen and we headed off for the airport a little less organized than we had hoped for. We got through security quickly. For once I wasn't scanned or searched--which would necessitate my insistence on them changing their gloves prior to checking me. We had an hour and a half prior to our flight and we were waiting in the lounge when lightening struck and the thunder boomed--it seemed like it was on the tarmac outside the window. This was followed by an announcement stating that all outside services would be stopped due to weather and to expect flight delays. Fortunately the storm passed relatively quickly and we boarded the plane only 10 or so minutes behind schedule. The flight was great with the exception of a bit of turbulence. After a meal, a drink and some meds--Ativan for us and Benadryl for the girls, we were off to a fitful sleep and arrived in London just after 1100 am.