A few weeks later, I was at home with my parents, it was a Friday evening and I was on the Internet looking for return flights to Idaho, when I found some really cheap flights, there and back and started booking them after having checked with Ange if she was okay with cost and stuff.
During that process I got the biggest Migraine, so I was half blind and in so much pain booking it and when it came to putting HSBC stupid Credit card in, it said declined. By then I was so over it, in total pain and just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
I spoke to Ange the next day told her that there had been a problem, I was also rung up by HSBC who said they had declined it as it was such a huge amount of money and blah, blah, blah.
I thought that was the end of that.
Now I had this session with Ange in November 2007, had tried booking the tickets in December, and had left it at that. I used to be quick at accepting defeat.
When one morning in January 2008, I think it was Tuesday, I woke up about 3 am in the morning and had this incredible urge to switch on my lap top and check my mail.
Opening my Hotmail account I noticed a weird email as it was in Spanish, and having tried my hardest to learn Spanish, because that year I was also going to train as a secondary teacher in languages, and my second language was Spanish.
Anyway I opened the email and red Dos Billetas, blah blah blah Idaho Falls, Terminale Manchester Airport. Blah, blah, blah.
I suddenly realised that I had a confirmation to fly out that morning at 9 am to Idaho Falls and that there were two tickets fully paid for, by me personally. I went through shitting myself being totally excited to suddenly realising I had to get in touch with Ange and pronto.
So from 4 am I started ringing her, by 5.30 I think I got through told her that we were flying and that she had to meet me at the Airport by 8 am to catch our 9 am flight.
Bear in mind Ange has three teenage kids that needed to be taken care of by somebody, needed to get cash sorted, pack a bag get ID and whatever else sorted.
I on the other hand ran into my parent’s room, told them the good news, packed my bag, found my Passport and got my Dad to drive me to the Airport. To be honest they were amazing. Just totally cool and probably still totally fast asleep and yea, just amazing parents.
At the airport, I met up with Ange, who was actually alright with me and had been able to sort her kids out, get some money and brought her winter clothes as it was going to be bloody cold out there.
We got on the flight and Ange sat a row behind me as it was literally only us on the flight, when she tapped me on the shoulder and said, Thank you and smiled her cheeky smile.
It was a bit later when she said she had been furious about the situation but then saw that it had plaid out perfectly just the way it had happened. We both sat back and enjoyed the flight which was lush.
After an amazing flight, we got to the Holiday Inn Hotel, got to our room and were so excited. Couldn’t really sleep that night but finally we both got to sleep and full of excitement.
During that process I got the biggest Migraine, so I was half blind and in so much pain booking it and when it came to putting HSBC stupid Credit card in, it said declined. By then I was so over it, in total pain and just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
I spoke to Ange the next day told her that there had been a problem, I was also rung up by HSBC who said they had declined it as it was such a huge amount of money and blah, blah, blah.
I thought that was the end of that.
Now I had this session with Ange in November 2007, had tried booking the tickets in December, and had left it at that. I used to be quick at accepting defeat.
When one morning in January 2008, I think it was Tuesday, I woke up about 3 am in the morning and had this incredible urge to switch on my lap top and check my mail.
Opening my Hotmail account I noticed a weird email as it was in Spanish, and having tried my hardest to learn Spanish, because that year I was also going to train as a secondary teacher in languages, and my second language was Spanish.
Anyway I opened the email and red Dos Billetas, blah blah blah Idaho Falls, Terminale Manchester Airport. Blah, blah, blah.
I suddenly realised that I had a confirmation to fly out that morning at 9 am to Idaho Falls and that there were two tickets fully paid for, by me personally. I went through shitting myself being totally excited to suddenly realising I had to get in touch with Ange and pronto.
So from 4 am I started ringing her, by 5.30 I think I got through told her that we were flying and that she had to meet me at the Airport by 8 am to catch our 9 am flight.
Bear in mind Ange has three teenage kids that needed to be taken care of by somebody, needed to get cash sorted, pack a bag get ID and whatever else sorted.
I on the other hand ran into my parent’s room, told them the good news, packed my bag, found my Passport and got my Dad to drive me to the Airport. To be honest they were amazing. Just totally cool and probably still totally fast asleep and yea, just amazing parents.
At the airport, I met up with Ange, who was actually alright with me and had been able to sort her kids out, get some money and brought her winter clothes as it was going to be bloody cold out there.
We got on the flight and Ange sat a row behind me as it was literally only us on the flight, when she tapped me on the shoulder and said, Thank you and smiled her cheeky smile.
It was a bit later when she said she had been furious about the situation but then saw that it had plaid out perfectly just the way it had happened. We both sat back and enjoyed the flight which was lush.
After an amazing flight, we got to the Holiday Inn Hotel, got to our room and were so excited. Couldn’t really sleep that night but finally we both got to sleep and full of excitement.