I should be writing this several thousand feet in the air, or however many feet airplanes fly at, but thanks to the French Air Traffic control we are parked up on Heathrow tarmac, in the baking sun, waiting for clearance. And the we have to fly the long way around! Its the scenic route the pilot informs us, over Mont Blanc.
Reality is I just want the fastest route to my destination. We are flying Club Europe and they have e already dished out some iced water. Maybe the fizz will follow! So my day, or should I say, my week so far. Last weekend I started the packing, not conventional packing as I know it. This time I have invested in packing squares and they have revolutionised the way I pack.
Colour coordinated, so one colour for me and another colour for Mr C. Swimwear is one, undies in another, t-shirts in another, sundresses in the bigger one. You get my drift. That all resulted in a big stack of packing squares last Sunday. I felt very organised. During the week I got the cases out, slotted the packing squares into the case folded dresses and suits on top, and it was all done. I could see instantly what I had got where if I wanted something I knew where to locate it. And in theory, unpacking should be less stressful because all I need do is lift the majority of packing squares into the draws and onto the shelves.
I will let you know how that pans out. Mr C was snoring for England and there was no shutting him up. We were up and dressed by 5. Our driver was picking us up at 8. I pottered, stripped the bed, washed and dried it, as you do! The driver was right on the dot. I was already stood outside with cases. I needed fizz really.
We arrived at LHR terminal 5 in plenty of time. No need to stress or rush about. We made our way to the Priority queue. Karen Brady The Apprentice stood behind us. Mr C is not very subtle when he spots a celebrity!
