1. Received the following text message from my husband “got a call asking whether you would like to go election monitoring in Burundi, said no”.
2. Despite arriving at the Ryanair bus stop 10 minutes before the bus’s due departure time, my unfortunate mother in law discovered that it had already left and ended up having to get a taxi to Charleroi (she could have phoned her son for a lift, but she has an independent stubborn streak which her son has inherited). She will clearly never visit us again. 6 days of intensive babysitting followed by a traumatic taxi ride. Am gutted. On the plus side, you will be surprised to hear that we have the kind of contacts in Ryanair which mean that any complaints will be thoroughly followed up.
on 27 May 2005 at 04:11
What’s so bad about a taxi? The drivers in Brussels are so charming.
on 27 May 2005 at 11:44
ps if you can get anyone in RyanAir to follow up anything, you deserve some kind of recognition as a national treasure. 
on 29 May 2005 at 13:48
Visage, Beth, I bet Burundi is lovely this time of year, but in this patriarchal household, my chance to visit was cruelly turned down. Sigh.
Bobble, no chance, I fear. Jack, I know. Guilt. Good point FT.
