Well, what a whistlestop trip it was! On Wednesday lunchtime I left Stansted to fly to Ibiza on business, stayed over night and came back Thursday evening.
There was a gasp and a sharp intake of breath from the Daughter when I said I was flying Ryanair. “Are you mad?” She asked me. What a way to speak to your mother! But she had a terrible ordeal at Ryanair’s hands a couple of years ago and vowed never to travel with them again, and she hasn’t. I was very apprehensive, especially as my Because-I’m-Worth-It philosophy has meant that I haven’t … Read the rest »