My journey over was a bit of a nightmare. After Chris dropped me off at the airport, check-in went smoothly, and I then had some dinner at the airport. I noticed that the flight was delayed by around 30 minutes, which wasn’t surprising as it had been foggy all day. After a bit, Ryanair called us to the gate. Our plane hadn’t even landed at Manchester at this point, so we were just waiting around. Once it did land, there was a very quick turnaround and we were soon boarding the plane. It was still really foggy, even though it was around 530pm.

Once on the plane, there was someone sitting in my seat. We checked boarding passes, and the guy went to move. Once I sat down, I spoke to the guy next to me, and he said he had bumped into his friend who he hadn’t seen for 10 years, and that was the person sitting in my seat. I offered to swap seats so they could catch up and ended up moving a couple of rows back, unfortunately still in a middle seat.

Once seated, we then waited over an hour and a half before we took off – which was really frustrating, especially as they asked us all to stay seated. Apparently, there was a huge queue of planes waiting to take off as everything had been delayed because of the fog.

Once we took off, I slept for an hour or so. The girl next to me woke me up at some point as the man by the window needed the toilet. I then got chatting to the man next to me. He was from Corfu originally but was working in Harrogate.

Once we landed, 2 hours late, getting through passport control was quick and easy and the luggage didn’t take long to arrive either.

I went to the taxi rank and agreed a price before getting into the taxi to take me to the apartment. I had bought an eSim, but for some reason, it wasn’t connecting or working.

The taxi driver wasn’t sure exactly where the road was, but he dropped me off and helped me look for a couple of minutes, but then he had to leave. So I was kind of stranded with no internet at around midnight. I walked up the road, looking for the apartment which I had a photo off, but couldn’t find it. I asked another taxi driver, and he told me I was on the wrong street and showed me where I had to go. So I walked down to the correct street and went up and down it looking for the apartment – and I still couldn’t see it. I saw a guy going into one of the buildings, so I asked him if he knew where the apartment was – he wasn’t sure, but he gave me his hotspot so I could connect to the Internet. I called Nicola, who had arrived earlier in the day, and she sent me a pin to the apartment on Google maps – it was down the other end of the street to where I was.

Nicola came out onto the street so I wouldn’t miss it. And then we had a little prosecco before bed.