From Norfolk to Thailand

Sort of.

HF has just asked me if he needs a woolly hat. For Thailand. Where we are going on Friday.

Yelp!

I think I may have got him slightly over-excited. We have just returned from a weekend in Norfolk where there were disappointingly few crabs but large quantities of land falling into the sea and have been plunged straight into planning for our big proper holiday.

The land of smiles.

Hmmm.

I'm a bit disjointed tonight. I have this list of things I have to do before I go and I don't seem to have done many of them. One of them was to call Qatar Airways to reconfirm our flights. This proved surprisingly difficult as they seem to have about 18,000 different phone numbers on the website, none of which actually seems to be the one I wanted. And when I did get through, the answer-machine shouted at me in arabic and I got scared and hung up. Oh well, they're open again tomorrow.

Then we wrote down all the train and boat times and pondered whether it would be okay to spend three hours in the wee hours in a town in the middle of nowhere waiting for a boat.

Then HF got up and said: "Right, I'm going to pack."
He went off, muttering "sandals". I think he might need slightly more than that, but come on, it's still only Monday.

He has now told me he's not actually packing but I can't see what he is doing and it sounds suspiciously like packing. He doesn't even have a list yet. You should never pack without a list.

I expect I'll have to write it though.

The list is in fact one of the things I still have to do. I also have on my list get haircut and consider having a bikini wax (I've never had one before and I'm a bit scared but also a bit hairy).

*HF just muttered in the background "I thought I had more pants than that. I've only got three pairs". Frankly, quite worrying.*

I suspect I may have left it late to do either now.

*He's just called out four. And then five. But that's still not enough for a clean person.*

This constant muttering about pants in the background is a trifle distracting. I hope I have enough pants. We're gone for 16 days (I think it's 16 but a lot of those nights are spent travelling in some fashion) and 16 pants is a lot of knickers.

I think people should now suggest to me all the things I am likely to forget. Then I'll forget other things instead. I am deeply paranoid about the fact that I'm not allowed to take contact lens solution on the flight. What if they lose my baggage? I can't wash my lenses in mangy Thai water. It would also be a big hassle to have to buy 16 new pairs of knickers, especially as they would all be designed for tiny Thai people with no bottoms.

This is probably enough waffle for now. Ooh, what I would do for a belgian waffle right now...

Okay. That's it, I'm going. Now.

Not to Thailand, just to the bedroom to write that list. If HF stops asking me silly questions.

More on that story later.


Okay