Well, here we are back again. Hope you all had a fantastic Christmas. You’ll be pleased to hear that I took notes all the way through our holiday and will be telling you all about it in due course. Spoken to J already and it seems that B was well behaved apart from a small incident with a trifle on Christmas day, uh-oh. We’ll be picking her up shortly so I’ll hear all about it.

Goa was absolutely beautiful and Christmas was wonderful, although spending the big day by the pool was rather other-worldly. Mum was a fantastic laugh as usual and we made full use of the poolside bar, put it that way.

The journey back was tough, there’s no denying. We had about 11 hours in the plane, then horrendous crowds at Gatwick (an hour’s queue for security alone!), then our Ryanair flight back here was delayed so we ended up sitting like zombies in the departure lounge. Add to that an hour’s drive home from Dublin and you can understand why we were all in bed by 7pm. Nobody slept on the plane so we’d all been up 24 hours straight. Oh, and guess who got sat next to the nutter on Ryanair? Moi, of course. I had this respectable-looking older lady ask if the seat was free, and I thought it would be a safe option, rather than a big sweaty man like I got on the way there, but no, she was totally bonkers and spent half the flight with her head on the seat in front whispering ‘f*cking plane, f*cking hell, f*cking get it over with’ and all sorts of other mad mutterings the whole flight. I was relieved when she finally fell asleep. Poor #1 was practically in tears by the time we got to Dublin and waited for a taxi back to pick up our car, although #2 was still going, like the little Duracell bunny he is. It’s all very well when you’re all excited planning a holiday, but you forget what you’re letting yourself in for on the way back!

Ah well, home now and apart from the smell of the dead mouse that had been festering in a trap all the holiday (exacerbated by the fact that instead of switching the heating on we’d switched it to 24 hours, so it was rather Goa-like in the house too), nothing major had happened while we were away.

I’m off to get on with the washing, then. Happy days.

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