Next thing gone wrong, yet all is well now. I hope so...

Daughter and husband mine came back home at midnight. Hubby immediately went to bed (he had decided to join us on our way to the airport which meant he´d do the driving, something I was glad about because I do not like to drive in the dark) and left daughter and me coping with the mess in the guestroom. I went to bed at one in the morning, heard daughter run up and down the stairs a few times then dozed off. Woke at 4:30, fired the coffee brewer on and prepared three sandwiches- one for each. We were out of the house only ten minutes late and had a first unexpected stop at the border- that´s what you get when the border officials make one line out of three. 15 minutes wasted, but still in time. Daughter´s plane was supposed to lift off at 9.45, and she flew Lufthansa business class (plenty of luggage allowed, essential for one who intends to spend a few months in a foreign country), so no long queues for checking in. Everything would be fine. Of course, it was raining so hard again that we were barely able to see the street, and our navigation device got a bit lost in the many new streets that have been built during the last years, hence a few turning manoeuvres, but we managed to get to the airport punctually. Daughter left and we began our drive back home. That was when I thought I better should have left hubby at home, because he loves overtaking manoeuvres (one truck, five cars behind and he in the sixth one in the row tears past while I cover my eyes to not have to see the doom coming towards me). I got messages from daughter like ´boarding has just begun´, ´I am on the plane now´, and half an hour later ´we have to leave the plane, the air conditioning does not work´. Oh yes, Lufthansa, this one bestowed a five hour delay on my sister and me on our way to Chicago , and guess what did not work- the air conditioning! Now daughter had a gap of two hours and twenty minutes between the original landing time and the departure of her train to Seinäjoki which now got reduced to less than an hour- at least this time they were quick with the auxiliary plane. But less than one hour to get your luggage out of the plane, find the point of departure for the train to Helsinki station then get the right train to the place you are supposed to spend the time until Christmas- I know my daughter, and she might get lost in the parking garage of our local super market! I do not know what to say, but she made it into that one train she had the ticket for. Now I hope she has not fallen asleep and will wake only when near to the Arctic circle. I haven´t heard of her yet, but she should be in her flat by now, meeting her fellow student from Germany who had begged her to bring with her as many toilet articles as possible, because everything in the shops is so expensive (things are not exactly cheap in Finland), that´s why one forth of the weight of daughter´s luggage was made up of shampoos and conditioners and things like these...