I’m home from Milan – very tired. I met my wife in Nottingham as she was going there to a funeral, so I’ve had a day out in Nottingham on the way home.
I’m now getting ready to go to Longlevens Infants in Gloucester tomorrow and Friday. See you there! I’ll catch up on Milan later. Now I need to go to bed.
I ave to admire Ryanair. They have paired down the flying experience to the absolutei minimum, shaving ever cost and making every penny profit possible.
They know that planes are now just flying buses. That is the lesson BA are learning and paying for with the strikes that are on at the moment. The glory days of glamourous flight are long over and they have to accomodate the new reality or fail.
The seats are minimal, no mechanism for leaning back. No pockets for your things. That would be extra weight. They also seem to practice a bump-landing style that I can only imagine saves a few liters of fuel and hang the customer experience. Anyway, they feeing their flights so they always appear to land ahead of shedule so the crw
Owing cockerel soon makes you forget the landing.
Nowadays, you just want to get on a plane and arrive ass soon as possible with as little fuss and hassle as possible.
Nice view of the Alps, though.
I learned a little Italian before I came on his trip, but it’s not a lot of use on my own, surroundedby babling Italians in a cafe. Never mind, soak up the ambience.
I’m across the road from the somewhat incredible Stazione Centrale. I get the impression you may have been sent to jail if the trains were late when it was built. It’s massive, it’s built in the imperial style, it’s impressive and I can see it all from my hotel window.
My daughter took me to the airport this morning. I think that must be some kind of landmark in one’s life. I’m not sure what but she sure seems very grown up all of a sudden.
