Well I made it home in one piece, virtue intact and no scandal to report.
I must say the airport experience in Spain was an absolute joy. And the Spanish can be cranky when they want to be. But no, the airport staff were extremely pleasant and we were through security in a matter of minutes. My toiletries weren’t manhandled and confiscated (even though I managed to put a 125 ml bottle of cleanser in my Ziploc bag) and they even wished us a nice journey. Put that in your pipe and smoke it Bollicky Bill C/O Dublin Airport.
Our little holiday was a great success and we all returned to our respective homes still talking to one another. You never know!
I went on holidays once with a girl who turned out to be a bit unhinged to say the least. I’d known her for years before that and always thought she was very down to earth. “If you want to know me – come live with me” as my mother used to say and never a truer word spoken.
There may have been a few too many cocktails imbibed one night, one of us may have broken their toe another may have burnt a hole in her favourite dress with the iron but by and large it was a drama free week in the sun with lots of laughter, chat and relaxing on the beach. Just what the doctor ordered.
Nothing like your own bed though is there? It was the one thing I missed. Husband and children I could’ve lived without for another while but I really missed my bed. Crawling into it on the night I returned home, plumping my pillows and turning on Netflix made up for all the washing and ironing that awaited me.
“Do none of you know how to use a washing machine?” I inquired, staring at the overflowing washing basket. “Well, I did a wash earlier in the week,” Himself replied defensively. “A WASH? As in one?? I do one every day – minimum,” I told him.
“Ah yeah well mam, we’re all about saving the planet. We didn’t want to waste water. And anyway there’s no point in having clean clothes if you have no one to iron them for you,” says the 20 year old. I’m only home an hour and I’m starting to wish I’d extended my trip or just bought a one way ticket.
The Youngest, ever the peacemaker, attempts to make me feel better. “No, we really did miss you. And the fridge is really empty. When dad does the shopping he doesn’t get a trolley – he just uses a basket. We have no biscuits left or crisps.”
I’m beginning to think they are mistaking me for the maid we don’t actually have. “I think I need to go away more often so maybe you might appreciate me.”
“If you are going away again, will you do the shopping before you go?”