Yes I know it's early for me to start writing but I felt that you should share the run up to the holiday. If I anti endure it then so must you!
So back up a bit to last night or should I say morning. Went up to bed about 1am just started to drift off to the mantra tickets, passport, money... Works much better than counting sheep on such occasions. All of a sudden I say bolt upright announcing to the world that i hadn't packed any pants. I couldn't risk leaving it til the morning so I found suitable pantage for a hot holiday.... Actually no pantage is probably advisable on a hot holiday but enough of me and my gusset preoccupation that so often arises when shopping in m and s. Female family members have grown tired of me asking every underwear browser if the gusset on the display items offer sufficient coverage.
So pants packed 2.30am I can sleep... Tickets, passport, money..... Zzzz
4am ... Woken, not by my own volition but instead housemate #1 opening door and looking in... What? To check if we are sleeping????
The movement and noise signalling to housemate #2 that we are awake.
For the next three hours I have the equivalent of the 1812 overture being played out on bedroom doors, drawers, creaky floorboards, bed springs, footsteps down and up the stairs. These inanimate objects coming to life was then joined by human sounds, not quite a whisper but just enough .... Yes that's the strings joining in....housemate #1 offering hurried footsteps across the landing and down the stairs. Housemate two taking altogether slower yet louder creaking steps down and up the stairs. This activity reached a crachendo when what sounded like a bowling ball hit the floor in the bedroom next to mine. As I left my bedroom a split second glance saw housemate #2 with bedroom door open leaning towards the exit with an ear ... Listening to hear if there was movement in the room next door. Somewhat miffed I announced. 'Yes I'm awake, I have been since 4am but I'm not getting up so please stop making all that noise'.
At this point I realised housemate #1 was not in her room or bathroom ... Oh no .... Fearful that the entire contents of the kitchen and lounge might have been rearranged and previous heirlooms (or heavy Swedish glass bowl) might be perched precariously on the edge of tabletops and shelves ... We decided to get up!
Now we have the torturous hour and a half and 2 hour wait for housemates to be collected.
Vikki and I may just spend our first day off sleeping