The Flying Martinis are crap.
We’re here; we’re in Holland. It’s not exactly gone without a hitch. Some of the reasons for this may be my fault but rest assured I’m currently working on a revisionist history where they are all Meeester’s fault.
Things we forgot:
- Waterproofs for Misssy and Meeester. Kids are fine as usual.
This is normal practice for me. Two months after giving birth to Indy I went down to Edinburgh to show him off to friends. Indy had every thing a new newborn could possibly need, I had NOTHING. I forgot to pack anything for myself. Had to go to Marks’s to buy undies. Had to go to Boots to buy toothbrush. Proof your brain goes mushy when you pop one out.
So since the thunder and lightning storms are frequent here in otherwise warm and lovely Zuid Holland, there’s not much we can do. It’s either buy new waterproofs or go naked. Had a torrential storm about an hour ago. Meeester had to go out to sort caravan awning as it was needing re-pegged (guess who half arsed-ly did the pegging…) and he went out in swimming trunks.
It would have been hilarious if he wasn’t threatening to divorce me through the plastic windows. Maybe I should have put my wine down and helped him. Do you think so?
- Sleeping bags. Oh we’re so crap.
- Sheets for the double bed. See above.
- Worst of all. As bad as all of above put together and put to the power of ten. I forgot my makeup. I don’t do au naturelle. And frankly I am disdainful of people who do. There’s no need.
Let’s just say that the ferry on-board beauty shop did some brisk business.
5. Oh and we also forgot that Hull is in bloody South Yorkshire and not “just below Newcastle”.
We missed the ferry.
