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It started with a flight that was a little late ...... not badly so, mind you, but just enough to get everyone waiting huffing and sighing.

And for once we didn’t have yowling babies on the ’plane ... well, ok just one but only on descent and I’m pretty sure its Mommy didn’t realise that depressurisation can hurt a baby’s ears.

But I digress, what we DID have on the ’plane were the Fiddle Family.  Sheesh!  These guys couldn’t sit still.  First their seat was dirty and needed cleaning by the airplane staff, then their little boy needed a booster seat, then they kept standing up and taking things out of their hand luggage whilst making everyone else trying to board wait for them to finish.

The entire flight they were like a jack-in-the-box, constantly jumping about and changing places with each other, moving their hand luggage about, pouring expensive mineral water into plastic tumblers, and ooohing an aaahing over pictures of their little boy on some flat tablet machinery ...... oh, and the said little fella had to be taken to loo about three times during the flight – I’m sure you get medication for that.

And then, not to be outdone by the amount of people they kept waiting at the beginning of the flight, as our ‘plane coasted to a stop and the seatbelt lights went “ping” they leapt up and took turns standing in the aisle taking pictures of each other.

Gotta wonder about people who genuinely believe they are the only folk in the universe – my philosophy is that they probably have deep secrets.  Maybe Mr Fiddle wears silk knickers, maybe Mrs Fiddle murdered her neighbour, maybe Little Boy Fiddle plays with Barbies ..... gotta wonder.

As we left the airport, though, we saw a rather lazy, large fella loading his luggage onto a tuk-tuk and my (occasionally) tactless daughter (who loves riding on a tuk-tuk) loudly commented “Oh, those are obviously only for fat people.” **Grin** THAT’s my girl!!

But we arrived to a balmy 35 degrees, and had real fish for our supper.  Yay! Holiday!

Happy Day!!! J

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