Here we go…going off across the pond one more time.
This time there are factors that didn’t factor in last time, but I forgot those factors in my haste to get in on British Airways “sale” on business class.
We’ve always flown economy class…and I hate it. I’m not able to sleep on flights, and with the nasty smoking habit I possess it’s hard to go that many hours without feeding my demon. Papa can’t sleep on flights either. The rest of our party doesn’t even get off of the ground before they’re snoring away.
I didn’t intend to fly again after 9/11, preferring to cruise out of Galveston on the Ecstasy many times instead…and I bought a house on the West End of the Island in October of 2001 that kept me busy and entertained for three years. I sold that place to make the BIG move we made in July of 2006…but that’s another story for a different post.
We got our Business Class tickets for this trip. I conned Mr. Man the same way Papa conned me into this trip. I jumped online and secured those tickets, even having to extend our trip to fit into the sale dates.
The problem reared it’s ugly head after I pressed “submit”…
I totally forgot that one of my kids is trying to graduate from college in August…and that the other had just opened her own business and might not be able to take off on a two week trip.
I am a wonderful tour director, ask any of my relatives and friends who have joined me on a trip! I plan everything out well in advance, do my research on everything, and totally obsess over the details. I chart out the days, times, and figure out the expense. There’s rarely a nasty surprise when you travel with me!
My nasty surprise is that I had already purchased the airline tickets, with a $500 change fee…and I’m still not quite sure if one of my kids will be able to go.
Continuing on in my “jumping the gun” phase I booked us into the 3rd rated Bed & Breakfast on TripAdvisor. I fogot that Mama doesn’t get around as well as she used to, and would need an elevator. I also forgot that “ground” floor in England isn’t the same as “ground” floor in Texas.
The undoing has taken lots longer than the doing.
