Xmas spirit.
One word.
Two syllables………
Baileys
Cornflake has developed a taste for it, he pours it by the wine glass
On the plane journey to spend Xmas at the Frenchie residence I thought I’d buy him one as a treat for when he woke from a nap. When I saw the size of the individual shot on offer from the trolley, I asked for two. Cornflake opened an eye and suggested four.
I like to think we’re not alone in our Baileys miss portioning.
Besides we deserved a drink.
We had checked into an hotel to ensure our timely arrival for a morning flight. The morning flight eventually took off at 3.30pm.
Close on 10,000 steps, three trips to a departure gate, two over priced meals, and a bit of unnecessary shopping and we were still in a good frame of mind. After some Googling amongst the passengers that revealed we were being lied to regarding our delayed flight, my mood reset to riot status.
A fellow passenger said she didn’t fancy spending Xmas in jail, so would pass on the rioting.
I considered her point.
Jail would only marginally be my oddest Xmas.
Anyhow, almost six hours and two flight crews later than scheduled, we were in the air.
Feliz natal.
fat tart 