I can just imagine him in that buggy. Talking of which a group of 6 us had the treatment whilst at Punta Cana airport a couple of years ago. As we'd requested 6 seats together we were asked to wait until everybody else was seated on the plane and then they'd sort us out. We were then called over and a gent in a high vis jacket asked us to accompany him onto the tarmac where 4 of us jumped into a buggy and 2 (we nominated 2 of the men lol) had to walk. Off we went waving to the men as we passed. I didn't know whether to feel like royalty or a right fool when we approached the plane and the last few to go up the steps were all looking at us
). Hubby and I are complete opposites. Im stressed eric watching the screens, panicing, pacing, sweating, cant eat or drink etc and hubby will just sit there with a paper, a bacon sarnie and beer not a care in the world and shake his head at me. As soon as the gate number is called/on screen im up and running - literally - for it with hubby meandering behind me. Im like a cat on a hot tin roof until we are well up in the air and on our way.
- we were glad. Hubby & BIL drove half way back to meet our daughter who had brought the passports, and we were through security with time still to spare for a drink at the bar. Not a process I'd like to repeat in a hurry.


