Day 364 – travelling to Geneva
Friday 30th December 2011.
Hubbie gets his own back when the alarm shrieks at 7am in the morning, as I am still not ready to get up and pack (what a surprise – I’m not good in the mornings either!). And I trudge through the house with my list of ski essentials (and life essentials), throwing things into bags. By 9.50 I am ready to leave, and after waving goodbye to the cat and the chickens, I jump into the car with my last bags. Please note the rest of the family has been sitting in the car, since 9.30, huffing and puffing loudly.
I am having none of this as the deadline to leave was between 9 and 10, and I have achieved this.
The cool air in the car dissolves slowly as we leave Brussels, and by our first coffee stop an hour later, we are on talking terms again. Phew! It evaporates a little a lunch when daughter and Hubbie decide to try fisticuffs at the dinner table over whether or not she will eat a salad.
But it all goes totally pear-shaped when as I doze in the front seat of the car, I vaguely remember…… what about my bobble hat?
All hell breaks loose as it suddenly dawns on me it is sitting in the cupboard at home (I have been tidy for once this week and put it in it’s correct home), everyone else is blamed, I sulk, and threaten to spend a small fortune on replacing it in the ski village.
Inigo leans forward, ‘I have 2 Mum’ and hands over his brown/black knitted hat to console me. It sort of does, but does anyone have any suggestions on how I can put a furry bobble on top of it?
Then I’ll be ready to start the holiday!
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