I’ve just got back from a weekend of Halloween fun at Port Aventura with Erica (Little Mummy), Alice (Dulwich Divorcee), Tara (Sticky Fingers) and Jo (Jo Beaufoix).
I had intended to blog whilst I was away but here was a problem with the wi-fi connection at the hotel
Seeing as I need to recover from a lack of sleep and maybe one too many mojitos (cough) and a few scary occurences I shall let you read what I wrote at the airport on Friday … which now seems like a week ago.
Written at the airport cafe on Friday.
I don’t know what is worse …
Waking at 3.10am, precisely one hour before I was supposed to get up, in a blind panic thinking I’d missed my flight only to find when looking at my alarm clock that I hadn’t set it properly and would have slept through my flight.
Managing to get dressed, apply make-up and do my hair without making a sound only to trip over a Duplo zoo as I exited the bedroom sending bricks, hippos and dinosaurs clattering across bare floorboards. Before you ask, our zoo is part Jurassic.
Going into the children’s bedrooms to stare longingly, wishing I could have one final cuddle and kissing their foreheads for the 3 year old to sit bolt upright and say “Did you get me a present?” before lying down and going back to sleep.
Saying to myself “Don’t worry the airport won’t be busy, it’s not like it’s the school holidays or anything” to then realise that the children are on school holiday as of today.
At the check-in desk when the woman asked if I’d packed the bag myself and had full control of my luggage having the urge to say “Well actually, the dog has sniffed the bag several times, a small child has probably been rummaging in it and left me a present not to mention the taxi driver man-handling it”.
or; The ever so jolly Polish till operator in the airport café who asked me if I wanted cash-back when I handed him ten pounds for me to automatically say “no thank you” . Feeling foolish I giggled and said “Oh it’s too early for that sort of joke, har har harrrrrdy harrr”. He wandered off saying “In Moscow, where I come from cash is cash.”
Then having to listen to him saying the same thing to every customer there after until I want to get up and ram a croissant down his throat.
So, here I am in the airport café at silly o’clock in the morning. I have to fly to Brussels and then to Barcelona, apparently the flight to Brussels is not full and it’s a little plane. I’ll feel like a judge on my way to X-Factor.
Who knows what might happen. All I know right now is that I’m tired and in Moscow where he comes from, cash is cash.
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Rosie Scribble on October 25, 2009
I heard Jo and Tara nearly missed the flight. Word travels fast. Can’t wait for more updates and photographic evidence of all your antics!
Insomniac Mummy on October 25, 2009
3:10am? I was just going to bed.
I’m looking forward to the full lowdown, warts and all.
Littlemummy on October 25, 2009
Insomniac Mummy – I’m not one to spread vicious rumours but Tara had a few warts.
That is all.
Littlemummy on October 26, 2009
May I retract the above statement. I’ve just remembered what hideous photos tara has of me.
Surprise Mum on October 26, 2009
No such thing as too many mojitos!
English Mum on October 26, 2009
I’m with SurpriseMum. Ridiculous to think there is some sort of mojito limit.
I need gossip. I need it now.
Victoria on October 26, 2009
Yes, please catch up on your sleep and recover from your *cough* hangover, so we can hear all the details.
Thatgirl39 on October 26, 2009
Ooh.. a little teaser! More please! Hold off on the warts though!
Tara@Sticky Fingers on October 26, 2009
I should just like to say that you will discover the TRUTH in all it’s glory from me. Not like these pretenders – they can deny being the loudest people in the whole resort all they like, it won’t wash.
All I have to say is ‘budgie’ and they’ll all be holding their dark underbellies guffawing. It’s embarassing stuff, but someone needs to step up to the mark.