We’ve been home from our holiday for a few days now; I’ve finally managed to catch up on the masses of laundry which accumulated throughout our time away, I’ve restocked the pantry with food, caught up with a weeks worth of emails, wrapped and sent various eBay bundles, shopped till I dropped for gifts for our daughters upcoming birthday and have generally worked my backside off to get life back into some kind of order. How is it that holidays fly by so fast? One moment you are running around packing cases and ticking things off lists like a woman …
flying
I’ll be honest I flipping hate flying which seems odd considering that I spent my childhood years flying regularly throughout the years with my folks to holiday destinations here there and everywhere. Back then though I was fearless as kids are, these days especially since becoming a parent myself it’s a different story. I quite enjoy take off but following that so much as a tremor of turbulence and I’m a gibbering wreck. There’s nowt like having children to give you an anxiety attack or two. Prior to having kids I would happily fly here there and everywhere without batting …