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Written by Stephen Baines
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Thursday, 17 August 2006 |
It's a little over a week since I wrote from Slough, and what a difference a day made.
The following morning all hell broke loose at Heathrow Airport - I woke up, put on the news, and thought it was some sort of cruel joke. Later that day I was meeting a friend to collect to hatching eggs to bring back to Sweden with me, and no way would they be surviving being thrown around by baggage handlers. The flight home looked dodgy anyway, and alternative solutions were thought of; the night ferry from Newcastle to Goteborg was mooted, and finally I settled on booking the Eurostar to Brussels, and then a flight from there where I could take them on as hand luggage. The following day the flight I'd already booked looked a tad more normal, and I had a dilemma, work crated up the eggs for me (in a real proper full size crate!), packed them really well, attached handling checking tags on and shipped them home for me, whilst I took the flight with SAS from Heathrow to Copenhagen.
The eggs arrived Monday morning seemingly safe and well. We'll know for definite in three weeks time, as they are now in the incubator.
Today is going to be a busy and possibly stressful day. Firstly, we have our Swedish ID cards to collect in Lund, then Nigel is off to the hospital for a check on his leg and hopefully have the cast removed.
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