Going on Vacation

Dad booked a month-long family holiday in San Diego, California, and rented a five-bedroom house for us to stay in. I took some leave from work to make the most of it, which I think is important for recharging. My name is Phillip Freeman, age 20, average height and build, hairless, soft, milky skin, short blond hair, dark brown eyes, blond eyebrows. My family took off on Monday. And I've got my suitcase packed already for my flight tomorrow morning.
Last night, I ordered a taxi for the following morning to take me to Gatwick Airport, Terminal 2. I asked my neighbours to keep an eye on my flat while I was away, and once I paid, the taxi driver walked into Terminal 2, looked at my watch, which read 07 am, and said my flight to San Diego was at 08 am.
Got on the plane and took off. Turbulence was bad, and so was the hijacking by terrorists, but I had a great time. Landed at LAX airport, waited for my luggage, but there was no sign of it. Then talked to a member of the lost luggage team, gave my details, and walked out of the arrivals area, where my Dad met me.