J'ai arrivé! Actually I arrived on Thursday but I've been busy and I only connected to the internet yesterday and then my laptop ran out of battery and then I tried to charge it but when I plugged the adaptor into the socket I could smell burning and that is NEVER a good sign! Anyway, the plug's in the socket now but I can no longer smell burning so fingers crossed nothing explodes. It would be fairly unfortunate.
Anyway, I arrived Thursday after a very emotional flight. I'm not usually an emotional person but I feel very sorry for the French man sat next to me who I kept spontaneously bursting into tears in front of. He was watching me, feeling very uncomfortable. Anyway the flight was bumpy but nothing to write home about, but the airport in Toulouse was a fucking nightmare! WHY DO FRENCH PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF A QUEUE!? It's really not that difficult, is it!? I don't know what country people reading this are from (a non-existent one, I hear you cry, ha fucking ha!) and what type of airport etiquette you're used to but at Bristol Airport, once disembarking the plane there are ropes and things ensuring people stay in a pretty much single-file queue. This is not the case at Toulouse airport. Oh no... At Toulouse airport the is a gigantic fucking mass of people all scrambling to get to the desks. Reminds me of year 8s fighting for the school bus. You can tell who the English people are because they're the ones who only move when there is an actual space to move into! Anyway, I managed to fight my way through this catastrophe and into the lion's den they call baggage reclaim, I went. Christ. The Tunis flight had also just landed and although there were at least 4 carousels, they thought it'd be a good idea to put all the bags from both flight on one. There was literally no space for me to even see the carousel, and even if I could, pulling it off would've definitely been impossible! So I stood with all of the children and decided to wait until every other person had left. But then, in the distance, I caught a glimpse of my suitcase. I could play the waiting game no longer and charged towards it! Of course, there were people in the way and it slipped out of my sight once again. But this didn't stop me, I ran as fast as could to the other side of the carousel and waited there for it, ready to pounce. I saw it come so pushed a couple Tunisian children out of my way and squeezed myself in between their mothers. Did I mention that my suitcase weighed 29kg!? No, I don't think I did, so for anyone wondering, my suitcase weighed 29kg. It is fucking heavy. I held onto it but it was pulling me rather than me pulling it. I slammed into the Tunisian women and used her to push against whilst pulling it off. I hope she didn't mind, but she should have fucking moved/ helped when she saw me struggling!
Shit. I was just Skyping my friend and I gave her a tour of the apartment. As I did the evil cat started following me so I sprinted back to my room and slammed the door. My door doesn't have a handle this side. So my options are climbing out of the window from a fourth floor apartment or waiting it out until the family get home in about 4 hours... I suppose it gives me time to finish my blog though.
So, I then had my bag and was ready to meet the family! Thibault, le papa, Leopold, the 4 year old and Nora, the previous au pair were waiting for me at the airport.
Quick update, I managed to get out of my room alive. Apparently just pulling it is an option when it closes, who knew?
This blog is taking FOREVER! And I get distracted far too easily! I'll finish later!
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