As I mentioned yesterday, Saturdays hangover was right up there with the greatest I’ve ever suffered. The waves of nausea were relentless, and I had to force down a light lunch during the short breaks when I felt I wouldn’t vomit. Being sick on my brand new clothes would’ve been an unwelcome addition to the weekends, already catastrophic, events.

This cycle of nausea, and relief, nausea, and relief, must be what it is like for a woman to go through contractions during a particularly uncomfortable labour. Truly, ladies of the world, I now know your pain.

The evening was much better, and we saw an excellent show from Richard Herring, plus some good ones from Comic Abuse (comedy sketches from three ‘kids’ with a combined age of about 55) and Laurence & Gus. To add to the slightly disappointing DJ Danny from the night before (perhaps I was just in a bad mood).

After listening to the BA auto message another few dozen times on Sunday morning we signed off with a bit of culture by seeing ‘What I heard About Iraq’ which was thought provoking, if a little confusing, with everyone changing accents all the time.

We were then met by our friend to give us a lift to the airport, “I have some good news!”

Our bags had finally arrived in Edinburgh!!!

We stopped at the depot on the way back to the airport to fly home. However, only two of our bags were there. Of course, as you may have guessed, mine wasn’t one of them.

“Where are the other two?” I pleaded.

“I don’t know, there were 17,000 bags left behind at Heathrow, they’re probably still there.” she replied apologetically.

“Great, I guess you can stop them being sent now then? So we can pick them up when we get back there in a few hours?”

“No, I’m afraid not. They’ll be sent up here, then we’ll send them back to you, at home probably.”

This presented me with the unusual situation of my luggage, including my phone, making the short, 15-mile journey from Heathrow to my flat, via Edinburgh, by road. I think we flew over it somewhere near Birmingham at about 10pm on Sunday night.

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