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When E. James Chapman made plans to take his family on holiday, he ended up getting a lot more than he bargained for...Murphy's Law states that whatever can go wrong, will go wrong, and has claimed almost all of us as a victim at one point or another. However, there are several other laws that can strike and cause havoc at any time. Like many others before them, Chapman and his family fell prey to the lesser-known 'law of the journey', which states that the longer a trip is, the more likely things are to go wrong. As they were travelling nearly 4000 miles from Spain to Canada, it couldn't have happened at a more inopportune time. After run-ins with an extremely badly behaved family, a riot in the baggage hall, a bout of food poisoning and finally the pilot announcing that he has 'lost' the runway, it seems that nothing else on their trip can possibly go wrong. Or can it...?The Plane Now Standing at Platform 3is a hilarious tale which details the extraordinary events that followed the Chapman family halfway around the world and back again. It will particularly appeal to those who have suffered at the hands of inefficient public transport, unhelpful fellow passengers and sheer bad luck.

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	20 mars 2018
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781785896040
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Copyright © 2016 E. James Chapman

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Apart from any fair dealing for the purposes of research or private study, or criticism or review, as permitted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988, this publication may only be reproduced, stored or transmitted, in any form or by any means, with the prior permission in writing of the publishers, or in the case of reprographic reproduction in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency. Enquiries concerning reproduction outside those terms should be sent to the publishers.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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I would like to dedicate this book to my loving wife and family who also endured the journey along with me, and especially to my youngest daughter Samantha who turned out to be the very talented artist who drew the cartoons in this and my next book, Telling Tales the Confessions of a Handyman!

Contents
Prologue
The Holiday
The Journey Out
The Holiday
The Journey Back

Prologue
Holidays, holidays, holidays. They are something that pretty much everyone looks forward to.
It really doesn’t matter who you are, albeit single or married, everybody likes and possibly longs for the moment when they can actually go on their hols. And it really doesn’t matter what kind of vacation you want, so long as it’s something that you are looking forward to.
A cruise around the Caribbean islands perhaps, or maybe rock climbing in the Scottish highlands. Wind and weather permitting, a couple of weeks at the seaside could well be just what the doctor ordered.
However could it be possible, and I do mean just possible, that an eleven thousand mile round trip to stay with your mother-in-law in Canada is exactly what you’ve been longing for all year?
Well we’ve all heard stories that don’t make any sense, haven’t we? And, for sure, when it doesn’t make sense it can’t be true, can it? Like, perhaps a plane that’s standing on platform three.
But every now and again what if some of the stories that don’t make any sense at all are, in actual fact, the real thing.
And what if the stay at your mother-in-law’s turns out to be the idyllic rest time you wanted but absolutely, positively didn’t expect. And what if the rest was definitely needed following the unbelievable and totally unexpected catalogue of events that conspired to create your journey there with the wife and kids one of sheer hell!
But now your stay is over. Now comes the time to leave and you’re facing the long, long trip back home.
Could the journey possibly be any worse than what it was getting there?
No, no, no! That is not possible is it? There is no way it could conceivably be, right?…Wrong!

The Holiday
Jim worked as a general maintenance man in a large urbanization. This type of work kept him constantly in demand and dealing with the many problems that naturally tended to occur.
Having been married to him for more than twenty-five years his wife, Elizabeth, knew him well enough to know when the constant pressure of work meant it was high time for him to take a much needed holiday. She knew from his changing attitude alone that he needed a rest – and preferably at somewhere far away from his work where he wouldn’t have any worries chasing after him.
In fact what he needed was somewhere where he could really rest and relax or – as his Spanish-speaking kids put it – to chill out with, “¡ No problemas !”
Carefully and very subtly Elizabeth activated her cunning plan and it was only after a couple of weeks of indirect hints that Jim finally cottoned on to the fact that his holiday for the coming year had already been decided on by his loving wife. All he had to do now was to agree with some enthusiasm that he was more than one hundred per cent behind her brilliant suggestion that their entire family, with the exception of daughter Caroline who lived in Australia of course, should travel all the way to New Brunswick in Canada to visit his mother-in-law.
Now she was actually an extremely nice lady called Rita and Jim felt quite lucky to know her as they always got on well together. The only problem was that she lived a long way away in the sleepy village of Salisbury and a good three hours’ car drive from Halifax International Airport. Salisbury was, without doubt, as Elizabeth quite correctly explained, a place full of sheer tranquillity where anyone, including him, should have ‘no problema’ in chilling out! (And if you’ve ever stayed in that neck of the woods at wintertime you’ll know that chill is a massive understatement!)
Nevertheless, Elizabeth’s mum’s home was, without question, the perfect location for a restful time at any time of the year.
To Jim it was only the journeys there and back that could possibly present a couple of hiccups, what with the flight connections and such like. But that could hardly present too much of a hassle, now could it?
Quickly casting his doubts to one side the next thing for him to work out was just what on earth he was going to do when he was over there. You see, all his previous visits to stay with Rita had proved to be pretty well too perfect, too restful, and definitely too uneventful to say the least.
One generously full glass of a full-bodied Rioja and ten minutes of reasonably hard thinking ended with the grudging acceptance that he couldn’t think of anything. Unfortunately a second glass of the excellent wine ended with the same result, but he had started to feel a lot better about the situation.
Best thing , he thought, was to let the missus sort out all the planning, after all she was really good at that. In fact he didn’t know anyone better. Best to just go with the flow, as they say.
And so it was all decided.

The Journey Out
Málaga–London Gatwick
The day of departure came. Kids ready, suitcases packed and, most importantly, the flights were all arranged. These were particularly significant due to the size of the group (there was seven of them travelling together) and the length of the connection time between the flight from Malaga to London and the one from London to Halifax.
But there was no real need for anyone to worry, after all, everything was all booked and everything was all confirmed.
That, of course, is the theoretical side of it. Then there is the reality.
Now cheap flights are all very well but in many ways it’s a bit like getting on a bus that’s on its way to the local market. Handbags and elbows fly everywhere with folks pushing and shoving in order to get past someone who gives the impression of being slightly slower. On top of that there are those brazen types of people. Their policy is to act as daft as they possibly can and ‘innocently’ walk straight past all the orderly ones standing quietly in the queue. Their tactic is simply to either not notice that there was a queue in the first place or, if they did see the queue, not realise it was for their flight!
“Sorry, sorry,” they would say, “I didn’t realise you were in a queue.” But I’m definitely not going to the back of it now that I’m here am I.
Another ‘trick’ that some equally brazen characters would use is the one when they would recognise someone they actually knew – no matter how vaguely – standing further up the queue. Having caught their ‘friend’s’ attention they would then greet them as if they were long-lost friends and march past the line in order to have an ‘innocent’ chat with them. Needless to say once the chat was over there is no way they are going to return to the back of the line.
Amazingly, or perhaps understandingly, the vast majority of passengers seem to tolerate the outrageous performances of a few and suffer in relative silence.
Nevertheless, excluding all the pathetic queue-jumpers who do their very best to irritate fellow passengers, there is always the possibility of something even more sinister lurking within the queue that has the potential to cause untold and unnecessary concern to all their fellow travellers once they had found a space for their carry-on luggage, taken their seats and strapped themselves in.
No, it’s not that there may be hijackers or even a gang of terrorists on board – this type of travelling nightmare is arguably far worse than both those possibilities – but it comes under the heading of … The Family From Hell (FFH)!
Now it could be said that it’s highly possible that these people are completely oblivious to what they are doing and the havoc they cause. But it could equally be argued that they know exactly what they are up to, which invariably is to get some extra attention along with any perks that may be on offer – if only to just shut them up! But no matter which one it may be, having a bunch of noisy and rowdy people on any plane only serves to make the rest of the passengers even more restless than they already were.
Unfortunately, this was to curse our family’s flight to London. Arriving at the gate and as soon as they joined the queue it was instantly obvious that the FFH were there, and right at the front of the queue