Tales of a Trainee American

matgb subtly prompted me to update. So I figured I ought to.

There's not much to add about our second week in the States, except that we went to Da Bronx Zoo (the correct name of the Borough is Da Bronx; none of this "The" crap) and saw many animals, the Gorillas as ever providing the highlight and the most entertainment. I took a great picture of one of them with her mouth wide open in a yawn. Once I've transferred them, I'll get a gallery sorted out. Come back in about 2009 if you're interested.

The flight back was great: Aliza was well-behaved and slept through most of it, I watched The Departed (not as good as Goodfellas, but that would prove very difficult), and whilst we landed a little later than expected (queue to take off at Kennedy due to the previous day's air traffic computer crash, and less-than-favourable weather conditions en route), it was not too late to keep on with our plan to make use of Virgin's lounge to grab breakfast before heading back.

Except... some muppet abominabal fuckwit working for BAA baggage handling decided that the assorted strollers and buggies that had been stowed when we boarded were best being sent to baggage reclaim, rather than being brought right up to the end of the jetway so that the assorted babies and toddlers could be easily transported the entire length of Terminal 3 to the arrivals hall. It took them 30 minutes or so to work this out, before we had to walk the length of Terminal 3 with kids in arms. Oh joy. At least we had the benefit of fast-track processing at immigration, and of course by the time we got to baggage reclaim, everything was out and ready to pick up. Our taxi back was 5 minutes from giving up and going home - he'd left messages which of course I couldn't pick up due to having my 'phone switched off on the 'plane and going through immigration and customs!

Yesterday, I mostly monged, bed before 10pm, though I did catch the most recent and most excellent Dr Who (quite by accident as well, channel surfing after the end of the Canadian Grand Prix; I have to admit, Lewis Hamilton is as good a reason as I can think of to start watching F1 again on a regular basis).

Today I came back to work, ploughed through the mountain of emails, and that, as they say, is that. Do stay tuned, though.