Tickets, Passport, Money!

I walk into work this morning.

Everyone: What are you doing here? 
Me:                Er, I work here?
Everyone:  You’re meant to be on holidays! 
Me:                Yes. Damn. 

I always take the day before holiday off for pre-holiday panicking. Which never gets done on allocated day, I always end up panicking on day of travel instead. But today was meant to be booked off for this:

Tanning; hair un frizzing on an industrial level (that means AUSSIE products, serum AND Frizz Ease); exfoliating not just my face and legs; crying at my body in all the bikins; buying more bikinis; crying at the mirror again; buying new mirrors; running from room to room forgetting what I’m looking for and just looking at other things I forgot about (i.e notes passed around in Geography in 1999); measuring my suitcase then cursing Ryan Air; buying new suitcase; buying towels that are too bright with things like PELICANS on them; losing my passport then finding it again; checking passport a MILLION times to ensure the picture is DEFINITELY me; finding my bat and ball; cleaning all the things in entire house so the house sitter doesn't think I'm below standards; drowning the plants in case the house sitter lies and tells me she came but never does (who's checking right?); digging out things made out of CHIFFON with colourful prints that I wouldn’t be seen DEAD in in Bedford Place; checking in online (whilst again, cursing Ryan Air); reading checking in error messages; avoiding clicking on something Ryan Air will charge me £100 for; finding all the flip flops in all the colours; buying all the books Richard and Judy EVER recommended; buying all the travel sweets; syncing iPod and adding Vengaboys to it; charge all the electrical items I own, as if electricity doesn't exist in the rest of Europe; faff about with memory cards and resolve do just do EVERYTHING on my iPhone; put all the electricals back in the drawer in kitchen that houses electricals, napkins and straws; double/triple/quadruple locking the door - then unlocking it cause I'm not actually leaving today; getting house sitter to do same so I know she knows how to lock/unlock a door.

Then once that 20 mins is over, and I've wrote a list of outstanding jobs (I can just do it all before flight tomorrow)... sit and watch day time telly (House in the Sun?)... Whilst eating ICE CREAM to get me in holiday mood.

Then tomorrow, wake up late, massive panic, shove tickets, passport and money into handbag, leg it to airport... The rest I can buy out there.