Yep. I said 'tomorrow' and not 'tomorrow night', significantly highlighting the fact that I shall be taking the monsters on a DAY flight for 8 hours...by myself...oh my.
Today of course I'm in total denial...packing frantically and trying to sort out a thousand last minute errands whilst my wrung out brain remembers. Given the fact that Dumpie is currently on a 'three outfits a day' rotation due to a complete disregard for table manners and penchant for continuous all-day snacking, it's tempting to just toss the entire contents of his wardrobe into a giant holdall and baggage allowance be damned.
Saying that, we're flying Air Canada not a charter, but based on a recent trip with my homeland's prime airline, I can say that sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. The cabin staff all look menopausal (not that it's a bad thing per se, but it's pretty clear they'd rather be out pottering around in a garden instead of serving smelly foodstuffs and miniature bottles to the great unwashed). They also, in my experience, seem to suffer from a great lack of humour (or is it just that wry, sarcastic 'British' wit is lost on them?)
Whatever the reason, I can assure you that it's nothing like those Virgin Airlines commercials out at the moment. You know the ones: hot, blond sex-goddesses strutting their stuff through an airport, turning heads and causing all men remotely in the vicinity to adjust themselves and try and shut their gaping mouths...
At any rate, that's neither here nor there. I am, in just over 24 hours, about to embark on yet another journey from hell. Am I petrified? Umm...utterly so.
See you on the 'other side'...
"Moaning Mum" x