I have a Byron here. Anyone know a good pest control number?
Having arrived at Heathrow airport nice and safely, Byron was treated to a lovely customer services woman thing who promptly told him, after he approached her asking for help as he hadn’t been listening, that he was about to miss the plane and would have to run. Pelting through this way and that, leaping across adolescent fears and unbridled passions, Byron charged his way through the airport, terrified he would miss the flight, before skidding to a halt at the boarding gate… to find out he had another 45mins to wait. I daresay the woman’s cackle could be heard from space.
His arrival was marked with semi panic when the boy believed that I, like some untrustworthy customer services, had given him the wrong number, so the boy rang to high heaven (well, England) to see if anyone had my german number. Which no one did. Before a friend pointed out that it was merely a lack of the German country code that was inhibiting his ability to make contact (of the byron kind). Glad to know I’m not the only one this happens to.
Arrived safely and happily in Heidelberg, it is time to share the Heidelberg beauty and splendor; to go forth and see the sights. Shame about the fucking weather.