Up in the 30 degrees plus and another sweltering day. Departure time on the Wizz air flight was 16.50 and by midday, we had cases already in the car for the journey to John Paul 11 Balize international airport. Colin checked the airline to make sure it was on time only to discover the flight wouldn't be leaving until 18.40. Okay so we leave for the airport a bit later then but no even though the flight was delayed, we still had to be checked in before 16.15. Watching the clock ticking away the minutes until the flight was called, well, nearly two hours of mind boggling boredom!
The flight home was anything but smooth. The nearer we got to the UK the worse the weather. And when it came to the landing....well...I thought the end had come! Ian knew all about my terror because after I released his hand, so tight had I grabbed it all his fingers had turned white.
|Evening shadow which shows how far back in the plane we sat. Couldn't get much nearer to the tail without sitting on top of it!|
Then as the plane taxied toward the stand Ian happened to ask Colin (jokingly) if he had the house keys. The look of horror that appeared on our son's face was priceless. Had he remembered to pick them up when leaving Nowy Sacz? Did he actually remember seeing them there? Had he left them in the security trays when he went through customs? Or worse, had he dropped them leaving the taxi on the way to Luton? "Never mind," said I "You can come back to the boat with us and organise a locksmith for the morning". Then Ian dropped the bombshell. "No can do" he replied "Seeing as the car keys are on the bed at Colin's house." "Oh eck", thought I "Now we were in a pickle". Once through customs, Colin checked with lost property and although there must have been over 50 sets of keys left, not one set was his. He phoned Iwona (daughter in law who happened to be staying at her parents for another few days) but after a thorough search of the house, no keys were found. Last resort was to phone the taxi company that had taken us to the airport 5 days previous. Well, talk about a lucky break. He had dropped them in the first taxi which was found later by the driver. After several phone calls, the arrangement was made by the driver to meet Colin at his house and sure enough, he was waiting when we arrived and the keys returned. A hefty tip was left as a thankyou.
Now, one would think nothing else would go wrong, but during my stay in Poland, I developed severe swelling of my left leg. Previous to flying to Poland I tripped over a step and damaged my shin. The resulting trauma rapidly developed into a huge lump. A bruise quickly followed and travelled all the way down from below the knee to my foot. Today Ian took me to the walk-in centre to get it checked out where I discovered to my horror that I had developed a DVT. So tomorrow I'm off to Derby Hospital to see a consultant and have already been put on blood-thinning tablets. I have also been given strict instructions that if I develop shortness of breath and chest pains to dial 999. Eeek.....What does it say about it never rains but it pours?