Friday, 25 May 2007

Booked!

The flight is booked – Janey has booked for herself, me, her mum Ivy, Darren’s mum Lou, Bea, Charlie, Darren’s cousin Sue and Janey’s “best best best friend in the whole world” Toria and we’re all on the same flight leaving Stansted at sparrow’s cough on the Thursday morning. We’re going the weekend before Darren’s trip because, as Janey said “the bride and groom can’t both be in Spain at the same time, it’ll be unlucky.” The others in our party – Melissa, Jackie, Lucy, Maria, Lisa, Serena and Lizzie – will be making their own way there. Although, as Janey told me with a sneer, Serena might not be able to make it – she goes to Weight Watchers on a Friday and, as she’s got two stone to lose before the wedding, it’s apparently a crucial time for her.

Bea is in a panic – she’s never been on a budget airline before and is worrying that she’ll have to load her own cases on and off the plane and whether they serve decent champagne. Having told her that she’ll be lucky if she gets a warm cup of Fanta in the two and half hours it’ll take us to get there she went very quiet..........but has bought a new bikini and a sun hat “because I need them anyway”. Charlie is having everything waxed the day before we fly. Auntie Ivy is packing Sun Factor 150 (“one whiff of sun and I burn!”) and Lou is having a quick rehab session beforehand so she’ll be “right as ninepence” for the trip. Jackie, Lucy and Maria have booked emergency sun bed sessions beforehand and Melissa, Lisa and Lizzie are bulk buying condoms.

And me? Well, I’m filling up the freezer this weekend so my husband and child don’t starve – David’s planning on a Boys Weekend with lots of “boy” stuff. This is worrying – he’s recently bought the Sopranos on DVD. Oh, and I’m worrying that my swimsuit will be mistaken for the pool cover. Because we haven’t got Amelia this Bank Holiday (tralalala and a big yippeeeee), David has suggested that I go shopping on Sunday for some holiday clothes. Lydia is lending me her suitcase – the only suitcases we own are for packing a family of three. She brought it over to me this morning along with a gateau from Ayres which I daren’t eat. Charlie is urging me to buy a bikini but Hell would have to freeze over before I wore a bikini in public. Telling me that I could get a tankini instead did little to appease me – it was as if she were agreeing with me that a bikini was out of the question.

David’s changing my money into the correct currency (“Leave it to you and you’ll end up with Rands or something”) and Mac is covertly making me a “happy holiday” card. I’m a bit miffed actually at the almost blasé way they’re both waving me off for four days and three nights. “Never mind” said Lydia “by Friday lunchtime David will be ripping his hair out, Mac won’t sleep until you’re home to read him a bedtime story and the dogs will all be pining for you”

Well, that helped.

Lydia is coming with me on Sunday, she needs some new underwear - her relationship with Matthew is gathering pace but she’s worried about getting “into the frying pan straight out of the fire”. Mike has apparently been ringing her constantly to see if she’s seen her solicitor yet. All this pressure, she said, is making her want to do the complete opposite. Susan has been showing her face in The Avenue a lot more of late. No longer does she skulk in and out of the house, scurrying up to Nunhead Lane and back again. Nor does she try veiled attempts to talk to the neighbours now – her approaches are far more forceful and vocal. It seems that she thinks she’ll be Queen Bee now that Lydia is in Beckenham. Several of us have disabused her of that notion already but she’s got a hide like a rhino.

As will I if I don’t start my moisturising regime, like, yesterday. The base of a good tan is well moisturised skin – well, that’s what it says on the back of my £29.99 body lotion bought in a fit of panic this morning. I shall start my shopping list now…..Ambre Solaire, flattering swimsuit, ear plugs……

5 comments:

Omega Mum said...

It's all very exciting. I can enjoy a lovely, vicarious holiday - though I suppose you won't be posting while you're away. I worry about Bea. She's clearly not been slumming it enough. Can you get her in training by taking her to a few KFCs or McDonalds late on a Saturday night so she can really get to grips with the ambience of a cheap flight?

Nunhead Mum of One said...

She's coming with us to Lakeside Shopping Centre in Essex on Sunday. I shall take her into Primark and tell her to stock up on T-shirts!

debio said...

Just goes to show how exhausting it can be to prepare for a holiday!

Being an 'honorary man' - I like engines etc - I have viewed the complete works of The Sopranos - although I have trouble hearing the dialogue, so perhaps I haven't found it as offensive as I should...

Gwen said...

I'm really looking forward to hearing all about your hen holiday.

Does Bea know that she will have to sit beside normal people on the plane and not the super rich?

The ear plugs sound like the best investment you will make for a holiday in Ibiza as I imagine that the music from the clubs will be somewhat loud and omnipresent.

Nunhead Mum of One said...

OM - we didn't find a Primark but Bea did buy a cheap beach bag. Cheap for her I mean, I'm still reeling from the shock. Won't be posting but will be making notes!

Debio - I couldn't be faffed with the Sopranos but David never watches it in my company so I suppose I'm worrying unnecessarily. I hope.

Gwen - Bea is sitting next to me. She told me. And will close her eyes to "chavs" and her ears to "gutter language". The clubs look truly horrific - Janey is adamant we will live in them and only return to the villa to "change our pants". I daren't tell Bea.

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