Hi again.
The wife is away for 10 days in Tenerife. I would have loved to have gone but just could not face the airport dash.
It meant a 2.30 am start for the 4am ferry and the 8 am flight. Then that awful one mile dash for the luggage like if you don't join the race someone will pinch it.
For the last few years I arrived totally exhausted and feeling dreadful for days. I always called it my "Flying Flu"
I would never see the inside of the hotel dining room for days.
I long ago stopped dragging my belongings to the very inconveniently placed coach waiting to crawl its way around half a dozen towns and thirty hotels, mine being the last on the drivers list
.
I opted for the first Taxi I could find whatever the cost.
But my Flying Flu always hit me wether long or short hall both going and returning.
Oh the luxury of waving goodbye and returning to bed is truly liberating instead of dreading the time when I had to gather my strength and pack my bag.
The crunch came last year when after the ungodly early start we flew to Malaga with our son, daughter in law, her parents and two grand kids.
We got off the plane and the dash for the luggage started but I didn't, down I went.
Not even my wife or the family noticed, they were all ahead of me, and non of the other passengers stopped either.
I came round very quickly managed to get myself on a row of seats.
Eventually my son came back to look for me. He was so nice to me.
suffered for three days each way.
But the thing is I no longer have to go and it makes me so happy.
I can have KFC and other junk food.
I also have full control of TV remote. (Don't ever buy two)
The new Bond film is great. LOL