Nightmare @ Heathrow Airport

Mummy & I arrive at Heathrow Terminal 3. As Mummy has arranged for Meet & Assist Service, our hand carry bags are carried by an uncle who meet us at the plane entrance. He then brings us to the British Midland flight counter where he tells Mummy that she will have to arrange for assistance for the next leg of the journey from them. When Mummy enquires at the counter, she is told that assistance is only rendered to handicapped personnels, and Mummies with babies do not qualify for assistance. Upon asking further if something could be done, the counter staff tells Mummy that she should travel light since she is travelling with a baby & ends off by telling Mummy that he feels for her but there is nothing he can do.

As the grim fact sinks in & Mummy realizes that she had to get to Terminal 1 with me, a pram, a laptop, 2 hand carry bags & no assistances, she almost wants to give up & go home. But home is 12 hours' flight away. Being a practical person, Mummy realizes that it is riduculous to fly 12 hours to London & then fly 12 hours back to Singapore again. Thank God, Mummy had travelled with her trusty ergo carrier. Hence, she puts me into the carrier, dump the 2 hand carry bags onto the pram, & ends up pushing the pram with 1 hand & carrying the laptop with the other hand. Isn't my Mummy amazing??

We queue & pass through a security check, & then take the bus to Terminal 1. When we get to Terminal 1, all the passengers in the bus take the stairs as the escalalor is under repair. Mummy waits for the lift to go up to the domestic terminal. When the lift arrives, there is something wrong with the lift & the lift door wouldn't close. Mummy tries to exit the building but the automatic doors only has sensors on the outside of the building and wouldn't open from the inside. She tries looking for an intercom/phone to get assistance, but am unable to find one. She doesn't dare to leave me alone in a foreign place, to go look for help upstairs. Hence, she waits for the next bus to come.

Another bus arrives, but only with a driver & no passengers. Mummy waves madly to catch the driver's attention. Thank God the driver saw Mummy & comes forward to render help. He speaks with the staff & end up, we get into the lift, for people to take down to leave the domestic terminal, and make our way up to the domestic terminal. Mummy is so relieved to finally reach the domestic terminal.

We locate the British Midland counter to get our ticket. After that, Mummy packs the remainder things, that she thinks we do not need for this short trip, into one of the hand carry bags & checks it in. Now we travel lighter & poor Mummy do not need to carry so many bags. We wait in the lounge until the time of the flight. When Mummy & I finally board the flight, Mummy heaves a sigh of relief that we are finally on our way to Glasgow, Scotland.

We reach Glasgow & exit the plane. We reach the baggage retrieval area & see Por Por, Granduncle Victor & Grandaunt Linda. They are here to meet us. After we retrieve our luggage, we get in the car & make our way to Old Castle Road. Mummy is so relieved that her nightmare is over.