Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I Am The Woman. And so is Bernadette.

I Am The Woman. The woman who looked at Paul's reservation online and saw that his week-long delayed flight from Heathrow just looked a bit fishy. I am also the woman who phoned Qantas to find out it was a "fictitious" booking, a kind of place-holder that bore no necessary relation to any real flight. Because their system was saying he had already flown home.

The lovely Bernadette is also The Woman. She is the Qantas rep who scrounged around and now has booked him on a flight leaving London Wednesday night in time for him to walk in the door just before Christmas Eve lunch.

I am also the woman who couldn't contain her excitement and phoned the man at 2.00 in the morning to tell him the good news. But I feel, all the same, as if I am bringing him home myself.  I have an awful feeling that if he had turned up to Heathrow on Christmas Day, he might not have had a booking at all.

Happy Christmas everyone!

5 comments:

Kerryn Goldsworthy said...

You ARE the woman!

And there's yet another reason never to fly Qantas again.

Dr. Virago said...

Woot! Good for you!

Mindy said...

OMG. Do they want any customers?

Thank goodness you smelled a rat and called to check. Otherwise I suspect you could well be right and find that there were not flights on Christmas day at all. That's always assuming that Paul could find a taxi or some form of transport to get to the airport.

Stephanie Trigg said...

Thanks, all. On last email he had a boarding pass, having got out to Heathrow hours early, just to be sure. Plane about to leave, any minute now. I'll just go and check the Heathrow departure page (well bookmarked now) one more time...

meli said...

oh well done stephanie! i hope you have a wonderful christmas!