It’s a bit of a rum old time at the moment, innit. Aside from the global financial meltdown, and all the other great big huge problems that the news services are screaming into our startled faces every five minutes, I had holiday bother. Specifically, as previously mentioned, the 14 nights in Crete that we had booked turned out to be with a subsidiary of XL, who spiralled down the drain literally as we were packing our bags.
We scrabbled around for the last of our cash and booked 10 nights in Majorca to at least get some kind of holiday, having ascertained that we would eventually get our money back from the Civil Aviation Authority for the failed holiday.
Jesus, I wish we hadn’t bothered. We’d have had a better time at home, at work, perhaps digging ditched for a week. Aside from the problems of the holiday itself – the people, the food, the weather were all shit – both of us had a cold for most of the time and I went and got an ear infection halfway through, which I still have. I exaggerate not a jot when I tell you that this was the worst pain I have ever known of any kind. The doctor we called out (at a cost of 80 euros) gave me antibiotics and we got some good painkillers which have so far helped a lot, though I am still at the time of writing mostly deaf in my right ear.
Anyway. That’s all by the by. What I really wanted to tell you is something much more exciting, and which will make some of the grey clouds – literal and metaphorical – go away for a bit:
The Krypton Factor is coming back.
–c.
