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Flying is a bit like a wedding. You are the important centre of attention and you are passed gently from one scenario to another (or rush like an idiot from one queue to another). You repeat sentences so that they are actually your words. "I solemnly swear that I have not let anyone pack atomic weapons parts in my suitcase" etc. But no one would say anything different anyway. You are guided to make sure that you are in the right place at the right time. Place your luggage in their hands and lift it over the threshold of the luggage carousel.
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My obviously mellow mood is a reflection of how well the flight has gone. There were no hitches or problems from getting up in the Travelodge to getting the hire car and arriving in the villa.
So now we have arrived in one piece and with very little stress. We hope that this is the way our holiday continues.
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