RYANAIR AND THE UNATTENDED QUEUING BAGS
I hadn’t intended to go home to the UK for Christmas. I wasn’t going to pay the trumped-up Ryanair fare, which at most other time of the year would be half the cost.
So imagine my surprise, when in mid-December, I came across a flight from Murcia to Stansted for 9.99e, which equates to about £7.49 in old money.
I booked it immediately, telling myself if I couldn’t find Buddy a holiday home, or a comparably priced flight back to Spain then I hadn’t broken the bank.
In the end, the whole trip came in at under £50.00 so as an older person once said ‘mustn’t grumble’.
Buddy went off to the seaside for his own holiday and wooped it up with Woopy. He gave me the guilt trip treatment when I got back to Spain but this was more to do with him having to LEAVE Woopy and Uncle Dave, not because I’d left him in the first place!