Now then, no jokes about sprouts please, this is serious!
It is Phil's birthday today: the big 4-0. I haven't really seen him, and won't do so until he comes home from work (he leaves at 04.50, and if you think I do my little wifey bit and kiss him goodbye on the doorstep in my nightie, you obviously don't know me very well. Apart from anything else, I don't wear a nightie).
Anyway, I digress. The short of it is that he always waits until he gets home from work to open his pressies and cards. That of course gives me all day to make a card, ooops!
This year the girls and I have bought him a very special present, for which I have slaved over a hot keyboard working overtime, and spent less on stash (yes really) to actually pay for it. So, when he gets home, waiting for him will be a certificate for a London Helicopter Sightseeing Trip. There are apparently only a couple of companies who are licensed to fly low over London, and this is one of them. Cue applause for thinking of such a FAB present!
So, just the small detail of the thicker-than-my-winter-knickers FOG that has descended over the South-East, grounding all flights, even big planes with instruments and navigation systems and pilots who regularly have to practise flying with blindfolds on (well sort of). It just isn't on. And it jolly well must have cleared by 12.00 on Saturday, please!!!!
2 comments:
Oh NOOOOOOO!!! Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Oh, here's keeping my legs crossed for you (doubles as an aide for when I'm laughing too hard as well).
And (I have to say)...you don't wear a nightie? WHAT A TROLLOP!
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Sounds like you will have one very happy hubby. Thats so sweet of you to save up for such a fabby present. I cannot believe you gave up stash for it...............not sure i would!!!
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