I had landed back in the UK on an early afternoon flight into London, Heathrow. We emerged from the plane and through the usual passport control area with ease. It soon became clear that there was some sort of fault with the baggage reclaim as the belt that delivers the luggage was clearly broken. At that point I started to give thanks for all the people working behind the scenes who were not only taking our bags from the plane but also all the guys and gals desperately trying to fix the belt that delivered our luggage safely to us.
One hour passed and I could consciously hear the people around me moaning and grumbling. Despite the distraction I continued to give thanks over and over again for all their hard work in making sure we received our bags. One guy tried to express his thoughts and chat through his frustration with me but I just make my polite excuses and moved to another area where I praised and gave thanks to all those guys working behind the scenes, over and over again.
After two hours the belt started to move. And guess who’s bag came through first?!
You better believe it was mine!! Not only did my bag appear, it was the only bag to appear as the belt broke again and no other bag came through. I went on my merry way towards the exit with my language!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!! Love, love, love,