Finally back home, after one week of mayhem. Am a travel agent and have been working my tail off trying to get people home. 14 hour shifts for this week has made me a tired tired man and all due to the lovely volcano in Iceland. It’s amazing how much we depend on air travel really, you only realise it when something like this happens.

Had 500 people stuck which we had to find alternative ways to get from point A to point B, talk about trains, automobiles and no planes.  Quite a feat, so many amazing people who in my company are big shot directors/vip who happily travelled with families on buses to get home, three weeks ago you wouldn’t have made them travel economy without them making remarks about that. Rich and arrogance took a backseat for once.

But finally today, the last person missing has arrived home and I have finally got home in a decent time to just chill.

Off to get a massage (a normal one, not a filthy one, you pervs) tomorrow since my back is completely wasted after this week of sitting and stressing in front of the computer. Will be ooooh sooo nice…

So for my own personal gratification, some lovely airline stewardess from when they looked really good, the lovely ’60s or ’70s, not quite sure…