Dear Journal, ...
It's the holiday season and, not wanting to be left out, my husband and I left the cats in the very capable hands of my friend B., packed our bags and drove off to meet the family.
In order to be flexible while visiting family abroad, we took my car through the Eurotunnel.
First stop: The in-laws in Germany (28th of July)
Logbook: 10 hours on the road
Father-in-law: sick.
Food: not too bad, this time 'round
Husband: eats rotten fish (apparently a delicacy), but not sick
Me: Throat-ache and go to bed at 9 pm
Second stop: Sand beach in North-East Holland to visit brother-in-law plus family (30th of July)
Logbook: 6 hours on the road to go and another 6 hours to come back
Kids: Cranky, but loved the Lego helicopters we brought. They kept thanking their uncle, I was duly ignored. Suits me! Seriously.
Third stop: My uncle and grand dad, Alsace, East France (31st of July)
Logbook: 4 hours on the road.
My hindquarters hurt from sitting too much.
Grand dad: cried
Cousin: nearly crashed into my car
Aunt: couldn't stop talking about her dentist visit
Fourth stop: My mom, Luxembourg (31st of July, evening)
Logbook: 2 hours on the road
Exhausted
Must... play... card game... and... drink... Remy Martin VSOP
Rude Intermission: At my mom's, Luxembourg (1st of August, 10 pm at night)
My urgent attendance is required at the campus for a meeting to discuss an utterly important. Thing.
Paul kindly booked me a ticket for Tuesday morning, back to the UK and eloquently hung up on me after giving me my e-ticket number. That bastard. He knew I was going to shout at him. Well, I can't really blame him.
So, I leg it to the damn airport on Tuesday morning, still fairly hung-over and with a monster throat ache, I enjoy the flight back to Heathrow. I HATE FLYING! Anyway, I'm in the meeting room by lunch time and the crisis meeting is completed 1 hour and 12 minutes later. No shit, I timed it. They then had the nerve to wish me a relaxing and happy onward vacation (did they really think, I'd fly back?) and ushered me out of the door. I took a cab home and then took it out on my cats (in a good way, they did enjoy the attention I lavished on them).
Husband came home on Wednesday with my freaking car. I cancelled all onward holiday and decided to give it another try in September.
I'm going to admit it and say that it was an important meeting, but they could have set up a video conference. I mean, welcome to 2011. But noooo, my mother doesn't have a red zone in her apartment.
I'm working for a bunch of f...ing t..ts.
I'm now going back to playing Dragon Age DLC and my good friend, Remy Martin.
C.
In order to be flexible while visiting family abroad, we took my car through the Eurotunnel.
First stop: The in-laws in Germany (28th of July)
Logbook: 10 hours on the road
Father-in-law: sick.
Food: not too bad, this time 'round
Husband: eats rotten fish (apparently a delicacy), but not sick
Me: Throat-ache and go to bed at 9 pm
Second stop: Sand beach in North-East Holland to visit brother-in-law plus family (30th of July)
Logbook: 6 hours on the road to go and another 6 hours to come back
Kids: Cranky, but loved the Lego helicopters we brought. They kept thanking their uncle, I was duly ignored. Suits me! Seriously.
Third stop: My uncle and grand dad, Alsace, East France (31st of July)
Logbook: 4 hours on the road.
My hindquarters hurt from sitting too much.
Grand dad: cried
Cousin: nearly crashed into my car
Aunt: couldn't stop talking about her dentist visit
Fourth stop: My mom, Luxembourg (31st of July, evening)
Logbook: 2 hours on the road
Exhausted
Must... play... card game... and... drink... Remy Martin VSOP
Rude Intermission: At my mom's, Luxembourg (1st of August, 10 pm at night)
My urgent attendance is required at the campus for a meeting to discuss an utterly important. Thing.
Paul kindly booked me a ticket for Tuesday morning, back to the UK and eloquently hung up on me after giving me my e-ticket number. That bastard. He knew I was going to shout at him. Well, I can't really blame him.
So, I leg it to the damn airport on Tuesday morning, still fairly hung-over and with a monster throat ache, I enjoy the flight back to Heathrow. I HATE FLYING! Anyway, I'm in the meeting room by lunch time and the crisis meeting is completed 1 hour and 12 minutes later. No shit, I timed it. They then had the nerve to wish me a relaxing and happy onward vacation (did they really think, I'd fly back?) and ushered me out of the door. I took a cab home and then took it out on my cats (in a good way, they did enjoy the attention I lavished on them).
Husband came home on Wednesday with my freaking car. I cancelled all onward holiday and decided to give it another try in September.
I'm going to admit it and say that it was an important meeting, but they could have set up a video conference. I mean, welcome to 2011. But noooo, my mother doesn't have a red zone in her apartment.
I'm working for a bunch of f...ing t..ts.
I'm now going back to playing Dragon Age DLC and my good friend, Remy Martin.
C.