Finally packed, pressed, pushed and squeezed my summer gear into one suitcase. It took three attempts – and even one where I removed over 50% of the contents to travel light. It was however, a pipe dream. Then broke into a sweat at the thought of surviving a few weeks with only one pair of shoes…so shoved most of it back in! Well if you take the shoes dahhhling, you need the outfits to go with it don’t you? Everyone knows that!
Been a frenetic whirlwind for the past few weeks getting things sorted, writing process documents for my sister Kait who is holding the fort while we are in France. She has the household, two cats and the business to manage – so no pressure! She is so capable that I may just stay away for longer!
One thing bothers me though. When I booked the tickets I told the travel agent that whatever flight we took, it must not be on one of those huge new A380 planes with 5,000 passengers and a double storey fuselage. NO. That would not do. You need to understand that I am one of those people who would still be cooking on a coal stove after the introduction of electricity. I’m like that about hair removal too. Don’t get me started about the pain and suffering of wax – I just won’t go there – AGAIN!
Once the air tickets were issued, sods law prevailed and of course the second leg of our flight from Singapore to Paris is in one of those monstrous huge dangerous looking planes. I’d blocked it out until 3am this morning. But since then, and we leave in three hours, I cant stop thinking about maintaining a steady breathing pattern and calming my frantic heart beat. I’ve had a friend’s son explain to me the physics of flying ….ostensibly to calm my fear. NO. Not working at this hour. Of course Bin Laden had to get killed two weeks before we leave too so I’ll be checking everyone’s demeanor and shoes, shifty looking luggage as I wait in the queues. So packing was just the start of the tension.
I distracted myself by thoughts of entertaining my face book followers with photos of me following the “planking” craze of late. The thing is, I don’t like heights, but figure I could still raise a laugh by planking on the ground. You’ll see – I’ll post some planking pix of me in bed after 26 hrs flying and airport terminals….why do they call it that. “Terminal” it’s so inappropriate! OK. Deep breathing…NO I will not be going anywhere near the Eifel Tower but could plank on the ground at the Arc de Triomph…..will use my waiting time to think of interesting ground level places to get planked! Am mildly amused now..but my heart is still anxious……so will be taking Health Script PM to calm my nerves..and eventually catch up with some sleep!

