You’ve organised the President of the Resident’s Association to give you a lift in his posh car, whilst refusing to take any money for petrol.
You’re done most of the packing the day before departure, with almost everything you want in the bag and managed not to exceed the weight limit. The sun is shining and there is the prospect of a few weeks sitting in the sun, having a drink or two and just relaxing.
THEN - You develop the galloping trots.
The morning is spent sitting somewhere [!] for a long period of time - dashing out and packing the remaining few items - back to sitting - then a race to lock all the windows - quick sit down - and then a frantic search for the Imodium.
The terrible Goddess is having trouble closing down ayeayeMac who has decided that he is lappytop and won’t logout properly [I think it was something to do with fire wiring; a marriage ceremony when they first met].
I really don’t care that much and do some random clicking which seems to do something and he finally expires with his identity protected.
At last there is nothing left - and nothing left to do. So with some trepidation we go to the airport and eventually board the plane safely. In fact, I’m that cool, I’m writing this on the plane!! [Well, obviously, I’m writing it on lappytop whilst travelling on the plane. I can’t write on the plane and then blog it at some time – there must be rules to stop that sort of thing.]
When I stood up to open the overhead compartment, I did have a minor panic, but it was only a little outside turbulance .
I am uncomfortable but contained ……………so far.
How much longer have we got to go? After 35 minutes ……… should be OK.
Oooo …….. we’ve just started our descent. I’ll have to put lappytop away now ……… lata.
Obviously I survived and with no mishaps ……… I’m sure you are all relieved. I did think, at several times during the seemingly very long day, that I might need pads to get from one pad to another.
It’s my birthday today and I expect a lot of presents in my comment box ….……. really, really expensive presents.
