The internet is why credit cards were invented
I’ve blown some serious cash today:
insured my car, twice (repeat after me; you are a twat)
two return tickets to Spain
car rental for above
So it’s finalised then; Christmas.
I finish work on Friday 21st December which offers the prospect of having a few quiet days at home until The Big One, with hopefully a few opportunities to get 16 hands between my legs. 🙂
We’ll be having a sloooow Christmas Day which, as usual, will be dictated by things equine because Christmas Day is the day that Sue the yard manager has off.
We livery owners turn up early on Christmas morning, we do our own horses, perform the usual stable duties and then have a fried breakfast, glasses of Buck’s Fizz and then go home, shower to get warm and clean (in that order) and probably (if I have my way) climb in to bed and have a snooze!
In the late afternoon we owners return to the yard, do our pones again then disappear homewards.
Except we shall be going to the Outlaws where we shall spend Christmas night and Boxing Day.
Boxing Day night (I’d call it ‘Boxing Night’ except that makes it sound like an evening dahn the booza watchin’ a coupla ‘eavyweights slap each uvva while pouring brahn ale dahn me neck) we’re back at home.
The day after Boxing Day we’ll trog off to the airport, catch a flight to Spain, pick up the hired car and take the almost four hour-long drive up in to the Sierras where we’ll spend four nights (if my accommodation enquiry bears fruit!). The days will be spent with Daughter doing, erm, stuff.
Hmmm… thoughts leaping in to my head… perhaps we could go ski-ing if the snow’s not too dangerous?
We’re coming back to the UK on New Year’s Eve where, in typical rock’n’roll style we’ll probably be flaked out in bed by 22.00.
That’s Christmas from here.
How’s it going to be for you?
B.
p.s. re the car insurance thing? I bought it lunch-time. I don’t do the pay-by-instalments option, insurance companies make enough out of us hapless motorists without being given extra money for providing the same insurance product. But when I got home and checked the details I found I’d booked the policy to start on 27th December instead of 17th December. So I rang Hastings Direct (who were the cheapest quote by several zillion miles) and they told me that they couldn’t change the start date.
Instead I had to cancel the policy I’d stupidly bought at lunch-time which I’ll get a refund for (eventually) and then I’d have to buy a new one. So I did. And guess what? The new policy was more expensive! Hastings Direct and I talked about it for a while then I ate the meal that The Lovely S had meanwhile cooked. During the meal Hastings Direct (I swear she said her name was Tuba) rang back and after a bit of financial jiggery-pokery offered me the same premium that I’d taken advantage of at lunch-time. So well done to Hastings Direct and what a twat I am for getting it wrong in the first place.
You’re not a twat mate, your brain was too much excited with the prospect of doing this trip and seeing your daughter. It happens when cells fry or boil (chose the lethal process)because of an event. I suggest the ingestion of icy Vodka to cool down 🙂