Holiday time

Our holiday has rolled round, and we're off tomorrow morning. When I say morning, I really mean morning. I can't for the life of me imagine why I decided to book a flight at 8.00 to Munich. There are hundreds of flights all day long to this popular holiday resort (erm), and I really feel like I could do with a lie in. So to Stanstead it is at he crack of sparrow, along with the great unwashed. We too will be unwashed as with a degree of inevitability, our bath decided to start leaking yesterday, and it won't be fixed by the a.m. The water has poured down the walls, and it's not that comforting to hear the light switch in the kitchen below crackling and fizzing. I'm checking our holiday insurance for holiday style accidents and our home insurance for what we do when we return to a burnt down house.