Relaxing at Nirvana

When I woke on Monday morning, Jennifer told me that my flight home in the evening was cancelled, no doubt as a knock on effect from all the confusion on Sunday. Oh dear. I couldn’t get through on the British Airways helpline, which was constantly busy, but decided not to let the uncertainty spoil our much anticipated spa day. It was great to be back at Nirvana (although the wimps had closed the outside area due to adverse weather!) and we had a tasty breakfast before installing ourselves at the poolside. I then sneakily tried a different British Airways phone number (Discretion forbids me from revealing my source!) and got through straight away. The friendly and helpful BA employee could not book me on a flight out of Heathrow until Tuesday morning - but he was able to get me a seat on the 8.30 p.m. flight from London City. Cheered by this good news I got down to some serious lounging around, reading, chatting with Jennifer and going to the spa pool, the jacuzzi and the steam room. It was a very enjoyable spa day, and very relaxing after my long journey yesterday.
Later on Jennifer very kindly dropped me at Heathrow airport where I caught the Heathrow Express. The journey across London was straightforward and took about an hour and a half by train, tube and DLR. I will not dwell on the fact that my flight was 90 minutes late - this time the excuse was that there had been a fire alarm which had evacuated the airport earlier. But compared to Sunday it seemed a very brief delay. Alasdair collected me from the airport; how lovely to get a lift from my big grown-up son!