Flying Home for Christmas Pt1
This is a day by day account of my first trip ‘home’ (Spain is my home now) in years.
The fun, thrills and bloopers that make every Christmas a time to remember.
I am a little behind as this is my second day here and we have just this minute got in and are out again in two minutes.
I will catch up a little later with some funnier stuff and loads of pictures, but in the mean time, here is the prologue.
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The sun shone brightly through the open window in Casa Aegis breaking in the new day on the Spanish Costa, a place I was soon to depart for the chillier but warmer climes of a family Christmas in London with the Grandkids.
My two ginger toms have known that something was up for the past 48hrs. They have been agiatated and moody, giving me nasty stares as if to say ‘I know what you’re up to’, ‘You’re leaving us again’.
The suit cases came out and the ‘boys’ knew that today was the day. I called a taxi to take us to the frontier and we were soon on the Monarch flight to Manchester.
You see we haven’t told our daughter that we are spending Christmas with them so it will be a huge surprise when we turn up on the doorstep. Even more of a surprise if they have buggered off somewhere else and we are homeless but that’s all part of the fun.
We boarded the plane and settled down but as soon as the seatbelt light went off, all hell broke loose. I was in the middle seat and the guy in front of the man next to me at the window, slammed his seat into reverse to ‘recline’. This enraged the Manc next to me and he started to threaten the guy infront calling him a gangster and coming near to ripping his head off. Only the timely intervention of a very well trained hostess (I know: female member of the cabin crew), damn PC, managed to calm the situation and moved Mr Angry to the rear of the aircraft.
Great, we’re going to the land of the loonies, only a few miles into our trip and the natives have started a riot already. Can’t wait ’til we land in the jungle.
We are spending a few days with our friends in ’sunny’ Manchester before flying down to Gatwick for Christmas. They often visit us in Spain but I have never been over to stay with them so I am really looking forward to it.
Anyway, we arrived in Manchester and were met by Graeme who transported us to his humble abode. We are going to the Trafford Center tonight to eat and take in a movie. I have got to go on line to see what is showing in the 20 screen multiplex and book the tickets, must be something there worth seeing. I have to choose the film or we’re likely to find ourselves watching Madagascar 2.
