Today is departure day. We’re off to the U.K. And, as always we are running around like a couple of British chickens with our heads cut off… especially if we’ve been infected with foot and mouth disease. I do not understand how two organized, forward thinking, type-A individuals cannot get their shit together when it comes to catching a flight?! Because, no matter how hard we try we are always late for everything. And, we know we can get away with it. There is rarely traffic in Victoria severe enough to cause a stall getting to the airport. The airport is very small so we know that we can roll in 30 minutes before a flight and essentially walk right onboard. And, we (or at least one of us!) works right up until the very last minute. The cab is usually in the drive and we’re still throwing things in our suitcases. I swear we take days off our lives with the unnecessary stress we put on ourselves every… single… time. Oh well, at least it is a well choreographed routine. And, at least we are exactly the same way. I can only imagine if one of us was an early bird standing at the curb tapping their watch and the other wasn’t. You definitely need to be synchronized with your companion or travelling together will be a disaster. Anyway, as I write this my fly guy is pulling an “all-nighter” at the office and my suitcase sits empty on the floor. But, all the last minute stress will be replaced by excitement (or at least exhaustion) the minute we board the plane for Jolly ‘Ol. Should make sleeping on the overnight flight a lot easier. See you in two weeks!
October 3, 2007
London calling
Today is departure day. We’re off to the U.K. And, as always we are running around like a couple of British chickens with our heads cut off… especially if we’ve been infected with foot and mouth disease. I do not understand how two organized, forward thinking, type-A individuals cannot get their shit together when it comes to catching a flight?! Because, no matter how hard we try we are always late for everything. And, we know we can get away with it. There is rarely traffic in Victoria severe enough to cause a stall getting to the airport. The airport is very small so we know that we can roll in 30 minutes before a flight and essentially walk right onboard. And, we (or at least one of us!) works right up until the very last minute. The cab is usually in the drive and we’re still throwing things in our suitcases. I swear we take days off our lives with the unnecessary stress we put on ourselves every… single… time. Oh well, at least it is a well choreographed routine. And, at least we are exactly the same way. I can only imagine if one of us was an early bird standing at the curb tapping their watch and the other wasn’t. You definitely need to be synchronized with your companion or travelling together will be a disaster. Anyway, as I write this my fly guy is pulling an “all-nighter” at the office and my suitcase sits empty on the floor. But, all the last minute stress will be replaced by excitement (or at least exhaustion) the minute we board the plane for Jolly ‘Ol. Should make sleeping on the overnight flight a lot easier. See you in two weeks!
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Unfortunetly, I can relate. It doesn't matter what we do, one hour before leaving it's a gong show. Once, it was so bad that we had to destroy the house looking for a missing passport. While we were gone, a kind neighbor came in to water the plants and ended up calling the police, as she thought someone had sacked the place.
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