Four short, little biddy weeks to go

This time in four weeks, the Scobi clan will be awake, arisen, showered, and filled with a certain amount of tension, as we prepare to be picked up at around 9am by the taxi, which will then go to our friends' house to pick them up, before taking us up to Gatwick.  There, we will likely have the usual EasyJet scrum to check-in, and where the accuracy of our bathroom scales will be tested - we want to be taking our bags to within a gram of 20Kg each, or actually we can also do a total of 40Kg across the two bags, as long as any one bag does not exceed 35Kg.  Confused yet?  If not, then hand luggage is worth a mention.  Its dimensions must not exceed 56 x 45 x 25 cms and its weight must not exceed 5Kg.

Once we are checked in, we will have all bags, belts and body cavities checked by security, before we are then free to explore the relative bountifulness of the departure lounge.  After one to two planned hours, and any additional hours air-traffic control or other external factors wish to add on to our waiting, we will board the flight, I think to booked seats, for a further couple of hours of reading and listening to music.

On arrival at Mallorca, we will pickup our hire car from the rental company that was at the cheaper end of the scale, so may be troublesome.  It is at least in the airport itself, not a transfer bus away, so how bad can it get.  No doubt I will tell you after the holiday.

We will then drive to our first night's accommodation, an ex-monastery atop a hill, with, if their website can be believed, views across the valley to the sea that are out of this world.  We travelled on a Friday to save money on the flights, since even with the hotel to pay for, we are saving plenty of hundreds of pounds.  I know, forced to have an extra day of holiday, how very dare they?

At that point, our holiday has started.  We will eat, we will drink, we will rest and we will admire the view.

The next day, we can take a leisurely drive to our villa for the fortnight, which is less than a kilometre away.  We may go via the supermarket, if our small cars have capacity, to do the initial shop, and thus save wasting any lying-by-the-pool time.

In the meantime of course, I have some working to do and some football to watch.  Work is going well.  I am now on an account helping out for a bit, and to do so have had to submit to a bunch more security vetting procedures.  Tales of what can happen if you get it wrong give great incentive to get it right.

At home, Maggot 2 has a football tournament tomorrow, which uses the field belonging to his school, so we can walk to it.  Once it is over, we are off to Brad and Angelina's to celebrate their own Maggot 1's sixteenth birthday.  Should be a good weekend.

Have a great one yourself, and speak next week.