8th September. Ryanair Again.

Departing the house at 3am for the 'cross generational family holiday life's ambition fulfiller'.

Junior's disembodied voice says 'Do you know its half past two'?

I wonder who he is, what he's doing there, and what he's on about, then suddenly make a mental note that relying on Isabelle to spring from bed with the alarm isn't a good idea.

2 comments:

The Incredible Bulk said...

Sounds like a very normal start to an "idyllic" family holiday.

The Snoring Man said...

Going to the match?