Up, Up and away!

School holidays start this afternoon, Three Readers. Some of you'd be aware of that.

I wasn't aware of that. I believed school holidays started yesterday afternoon. Not letting that stand in my way, I dressed Child 2 in his uniform anyway (Child 1 decided she was poorly) and dropped him at the gates and drove off hoping that no one would notice.

Turns out it was school as usual. Lucky for him. Lucky for me.

School holidays always take me by surprise. I never know when they are until they've started, hence we never go anywhere because I'm blissfully oblivious that I should be arranging something in the preceding weeks.

On top of that, we always seem to have one of these ...

and they're never really good at being away from home. And then we'd have to do something about this ...

But if I did go on holiday, it'd have to be somewhere exotic, like Sweden. Where I'd hang with people like these ...

You don't need to be an astro-physicist to see where this is headed, 39,000 ft over the international time line, Three Readers.

That's right! To the Fisher Price Play Family Airport!

On the day of our departure, we'd climb in the Jeep, with barely any luggage, and drive straight up to the sign-in desk. (Mental note - while we're in Sweden look into getting a larger car, as that unfortunate Infantosaurus attack somehow resulted in an extra child.)

There's no customs, or quarantine, or security checks at the Fisher Price Play Family Airport, so we'd bring lots of scissors.

We'd talk to the air hostesses who are all really pleasant and put Mummy and Daddy in First Class, and they say 'Don't worry, we'll mind the children. Just forget they're here!'

 And we'd dine at the Snack Bar where, unfortunately, there's too-much Snack and too-little Bar.

 And visit the control tower ...

and generally swan about the Mid-Century-looking walkways thinking of flat-roofed architecture and how form follows function etc.

And then we'd climb on board the big plane ... 'Air hostess! The children, remember?'

with its big blue wings and fly off into the big blue yonder towards Sweden!

... where we'd arrive all refreshed ready for our holiday in a gorgeous, blue-roofed holiday house that is the antithesis of flat-roofed structures we so admire.

It looks a little cramped ...

Hey! Gordon's dropped by.

We'd be out everyday shopping and buying things like these ...

 

and these ...

And more stuff like this ...

We're in Scandinavia after all, and because we left with just a couple of pairs of scissors, we have ample luggage space to bring it all home!

 

Hooray for the holidays!