We spent six months on holiday thinking that there was something about the 70s in SE Asia. Having arrived back in Heathrow last night, it appears that the UK is also back in the 1970s when it transpired that the country just isn’t working very well.
A “broken” ramp stopped us poor steerage class folk from using steps as soon as the business and first class passengers had exited the same door; a broken luggage carousel delayed our bags whilst staff just sat around looking lost, making 500 people wonder where to get reunited with their precious items; and M&S only had one member of staff for many hungry shoppers.
On the upside, train customer service was good and our cabbie wasn’t a racist bigot, so maybe we’re not back to the 70s after all.
All we now need to do now is to adjust to an 8 hour time difference, having to work for a living, doing our our own cooking and cleaning, expensive UK prices, all the horrors of the Tory government and remembering to feed the cats. Must remember to feed the cats…