First, there were engineering works on the railways so I ended up getting no less than 6 trains! Got there in the end though, and met up with Sean. We had coffee and watched the planes landing and taking off. Then we went to check Sean's bag in. He accidentally gave them my boarding pass so his bag was put into the Hold and labelled with my name.
When it was the right time, I checked in. The Airport Wheelchair Service was ferrying me around so I was ahead of Sean. Then my name was called over the tannoy asking me to go to the check in desk. It was Sean. They wouldn't let him on the plane because he had no photo-ID. His drivers licence doesn't have a photo and he didn't think he would need a passport for a domestic flight. Poor love was so deflated and humiliated. There was nothing for it; we had to turn back and go home.
Wetherspoons at Gatwick Airport.
Despondant and Dejected, waiting for our meal to be served
One of the endless passages at the Airport
But first we had to wait while they found Sean's bag labelled with my name in the aircraft Hold. (I didn't check a bag in as I had hand luggage only). When all that was done, it was quite late in terms of restaurant opening hours and shops selling basic provisions were concerned, so we decided to eat at the Gatwick Airport Wetherspoons, where we had some welcome food. Then we went to wait for the Express train back to Tonbridge.
Gatwick Express Train to Tonbridge
I was up with nausea and vomiting until 3am. Its an ME/CFS warning sign. Only my elbow and my middle toes did not hurt. Today, my muscles hurt and are unresponsive and jelly-like. My throat is sore, glands are up, very thirsty, very dizzy and very tired. I am in bed and will probably have to stay there for some time. If it hadn't been for the excellent wheelchair service at Gatwick I would be in a much worse state, so I'm grateful for that. Even so, it was all far too much for me and I have decided that I will go NOWHERE without my scooter again. Yes, I know it is a nuisance, but feeling this awful because I did too much without it is much more of a nuisance. I just hope I get over it soon.
Sean preparing a salad for us
After all that, it was a great comfort to be home.
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