So this is our Hero Bruce!
Uneventful trip to Gatwick, good night's sleep in hotel, up, shout at Kiran (and Carla) for carrying large black grumpy cloud around. Kim escapes this round of verbal abuse as she prances round the room with her new white beret laughing about a wet fart!
Usual, dull, pre holiday boyle antics until we reach the bag drop queue and Bruce comes up to us tells us the flight is full and offers us £260 each compensation if we change to a Heathrow flight 3 hours later and in a short moment of monetary greed father and son bond to blast any prevailing clouds away! The only obstacle to this fiscal nirvana is the time obsessed Tina who points out that this does mean we lose 3 hours of holiday!!?? How could that brain of hers bring that thought to the verbal level and in a very rare moment of Boyle male dominance her doubts are calmed, the deal is done and we are off to Heathrow like 5 little kids giggling and arguing about how to spend our spoils!
THEN! At terminal 5 Kiran spots one of our fellow camera club anoraks who is part of our flights cabin crew. OK I have to be honest here that it takes a big effort to suppress my totally greedy thoughts of UPRGADE UTOPIA!! A flat bed with angora blanket, unlimited champagne, proper crockery, and perchance a hand or foot massage. BUT! It was not to be, despite our pals best intentions and efforts. Some complimentary champagne and other goodies did make for a good flight!
Here comes New York.
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