The countdown started with the alarm going off at 8am. By 9am we were up, breakfasted (a noun into a verb) and tidying the apartment and sorting the rubbish.
Transferring some stuff (the dirty bag) to my little case to pack around the Arsenal boot bag (electrical stuff like chargers etc) and the Acer notebook meant that the big case would weigh a mere 19.5kgs.
Once checked out and email/facebook/blogger checked on the wifi we made slow progress to Playamar to have a coffee and read the kindles.
Time usually drags but with the current two-hour before flights stipulation, we needed to be getting a move on.
TomTom took us to Malagacar and we dropped the Aygo off. I mentioned the key buttons didn't work and they just said the battery had gone.... In 7000kms? Not good enough Toyota!!
Once on the shuttle bus it was a matter of minutes before we joined the queue for the check-in. Pretty painless it was too.
Security was a doddle, Claire's hip failed to set off any alarms and I managed to walk through the Portal, or whatever it's called, without the alarm going off.
We had a panini whilst watching the boards and then sauntered down to the gate in time to almost walk straight on. Unusually I chose to sit by the window to avoid a nice lady in the aisle seat. I let Claire have that pleasure.
Once back on terra firma UK side we had a bit of a wait for the luggage, then a monorail ride to the South Terminal and to the car.
All very simple. The valet system was the same price, on offer, as the park and shuttle system, and it was worth it.
We were home carching up with Corrie and Strictly by about 6.30pm.
Holiday. Over.
I turned on my work BlackBerry and was greeted with over 100 emails. Monday, I think!!!!
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