Reunited

I was promised on Monday evening that my luggage would be on the first flight out of London on Tuesday morning and they would call me when it arrived in Barcelona. On Tuesday afternoon I called back to be told it would be on the first flight out of London on Wednesday after a problem in London.

On Wednesday morning I was told it was in the air as we spoke and would be in Barcelona at 10am. By lunch time I found out it would be leaving London later that day.

On Wednesday evening they proudly announced good news they had found my luggage and it would be sent out to me on Thursday morning. And on Thursday morning great news it was in Paris.

By Thursday afternoon the first call resulted in them waiting for a flight from Paris to Barcelona and the second call told me it was in London.

Finally on Thursday evening the couriers in Barcelona rang and said my luggage was in Barcelona and they would be delivering it that evening. Hoorah! I returned to the hotel who had a message saying it would arrive on Friday morning.

By now I wasn´t capable of being reasonable so Nicci called them and they hung up on her twice. I called back later and was told it would be delivered to me on Friday morning. So I rang Air France and their retarded desk and they said they had no idea why I thought it was coming on Friday, it was quite definitely coming Thursday evening and I must wait at the hotel.

So I rang the couriers at Barcelona airport again, who said it was coming on Friday, shortly followed by she didn´t know where it was, closely followed up with it was on its way.

Turns out it was - and finally me and my luggage were reunited 5 1/2 days after parting company.