So we're planning Xmas in the Caribbean. Hurrah.
And what happens?
Well first we get a trio of huge storms that threaten to shut down the airports, delay all flights and generally keep us here.
Then we get temperatures of -24C threatening to freeze the wings off any plane before it takes off.
The dog develops a stange choking / sneezing / belching / farting motion that stinks out the house and threatens to have her excluded from daycare.
And work gets busy.
I tell you all I need now if for Jude to come down with leprocy, for the UK to declare war on the hotel that we're heading to and for the airline to introduce a punitive 'baldy' tax and I'm done.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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