Things. Happening.
I got my flight details through!
They came in the post yesterday, long with my international driving permit, which unfortunately is only valid for a year. And you can’t use them in the country in which they’re issued, so I will have to leave Namibia at some point next year in order to get a replacement little grey booklet that looks like it was printed in the 1930s, and have my photograph inexpertly glued into the back of it. Bless the AA. They’re obviously strapped for cash, and trying to save the pennies by limiting the use of pritt stick.
Anyway, I am leaving on 10th September at 19.05, with British Airways. I hope that they have sorted out the catering by then, because I have long believed that the very best thing about BA is that they make proper Bloody Marys, and you get an unlimited free supply for the entire flight.
That’s assuming that I don’t get stuck on the motorway in my National Express coach. I can just picture it: traffic stretching back over the horizon, and I, valiant and unbowed as always, being forced to drag 45 kilos of luggage down the hard shoulder for 80 miles.
I’m a little worried that my criminal records clearance isn’t going to come through though. They’ve had it now for five whole weeks, and the police still haven’t returned it. I bet they’ve lost it. Either that or they are confusing me with another Rachie who lived at my previous addresses, who just happens to be the glamorous queen of an underworld drug cartel. I expect they are silently closing the net around my flat as we speak.
I’ve gone a bit hysterical, I’m so excited. I think I need a cup of tea.
They came in the post yesterday, long with my international driving permit, which unfortunately is only valid for a year. And you can’t use them in the country in which they’re issued, so I will have to leave Namibia at some point next year in order to get a replacement little grey booklet that looks like it was printed in the 1930s, and have my photograph inexpertly glued into the back of it. Bless the AA. They’re obviously strapped for cash, and trying to save the pennies by limiting the use of pritt stick.
Anyway, I am leaving on 10th September at 19.05, with British Airways. I hope that they have sorted out the catering by then, because I have long believed that the very best thing about BA is that they make proper Bloody Marys, and you get an unlimited free supply for the entire flight.
That’s assuming that I don’t get stuck on the motorway in my National Express coach. I can just picture it: traffic stretching back over the horizon, and I, valiant and unbowed as always, being forced to drag 45 kilos of luggage down the hard shoulder for 80 miles.
I’m a little worried that my criminal records clearance isn’t going to come through though. They’ve had it now for five whole weeks, and the police still haven’t returned it. I bet they’ve lost it. Either that or they are confusing me with another Rachie who lived at my previous addresses, who just happens to be the glamorous queen of an underworld drug cartel. I expect they are silently closing the net around my flat as we speak.
I’ve gone a bit hysterical, I’m so excited. I think I need a cup of tea.
posted by Rachie at 1:37 PM
