It's The Final Countdown..

DAH DAH DAH DAHHH!!! DADDLE AH DA DAHHH!

The dream....

Only a measly 12 working days go until the big off! Unusually panic has not yet set in due to packing related anxiety; that should turn up about 3 days before we fly out.


 I am currently praying to God/ Buddha/ Satan/ The Prophet/ Great A'Tuin/ Ra/ Hailie Sellasie/ Dave Grohl , that I have no Kindle related horrors this time. It wouldn't be as bad as in Portugal; I gather that some Americans can read and actually enjoy books.

The horrible reality

I do feel like I am entering the lion's den though with only Charles Dickens and Mark Twain to protect me.  The Kindle is bulging at the seams with lots of lovely classics; Sherlock Holmes, Shakespeare, Poe and a slew of steampunky goodness. 


All this preparation of books is only to ensure that I have something to do on the flight there and back. Husband snorts in disbelief, reminding me that I only have to pass a hairdressers shop and the sound of the dryers makes me fall asleep. I can think of worse ways of passing the time, but then I would miss out on complimentary drinkees and checking where we are on the Indiana Jones style map (there had better be on).


I wish flying was more like you see in the movies - people having "travelling outfits" as opposed to tracksuit bottoms and nasty gold earrings. Eurch. I may be sporting a natty cloche hat and suit, and have a little man to carry my matching luggage. In my dreams (cue rumbling engine noises...)