Home Again

A bumpy flight into headwinds. And it didn’t get any better when we arrived. Aware of the danger of sounding like a grumpy old cracked record, they have a huge arrivals area at Edinburgh for Passport Control - lanes and lanes of people the full length of the space, shuffling forward for 15 minutes. At the end everyone is filtered into one of ten automated passport readers. That’s what the hold up is. Aren’t these sorts of solutions supposed to be easily scalable? Y’know, have 20 machines. More, even. And all along the queue are signs warning they will not tolerate abuse of staff. Don’t tempt me.
Anyway, we got to the baggage reclaim, having missed the bus. The carousel promptly broke down. As we waited, what I did get some enjoyment from was their leaking roof. In the roofspace was a suspended white tarpaulin from which a pipe lead down to a large white bucket. And on the bucket, in professional lettering, it said, Leak Diverter. No ordinary bucket, that.
Home, James! You need a holiday.