On arrival home the tree came out of the car as easily as it had gone in, Mandy and I said our good-byes and I took the tree to my flat to await my wife’s arrival.

My wife arrived about an hour later still missing her suitcase. She had an interesting story to tell, mostly of confusion. The story she had was that she had seen her suitcase on the tarmac as she was getting on to the plane so assumed it was put on. According to another passenger Bristol airport Toggenburgclaimed some bags were taken off as the plane was over-loaded but Zurich denied this. She was not happy as the suitcase contained most of our Christmas presents, together with little luxuries not easily obtainable in Switzerland like good English cheese. The lost luggage people had given her a claim number, a web-site to check it on and a request to wait 24 hrs before chasing it. The rest of the day was spent decorating the tree, making last minute plans and my wife occasionally fretting over the suitcase.

Christmas Eve was similar. Last minute shopping a light lunch in town and 24 hrs 35 mins after she lodged her lost luggage claim she started chasing it. This included telephone calls (including one to Bristol Airport who claimed they knew nothing), e-mails and regular checks to the web-site. The evening we went to church where I suspect God was also asked to help during one of the quieter moments of the Mass.

 

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