Back in the 1980′s the Boomtown Rats had a number one hit across the world called “I Don’t Like Mondays.”………………..well, its 8:30am on Monday and I am sorry to disagree but I do like Mondays, particularly this one as I get to return to the Carnival Imagination for the first time since 1997…………….more about that later but first lets return to Saturday.
It had been a fantastic week, sailing with the bloggers and meeting so many new friends and Saturday morning was not one I was looking forward to. Firstly, I once again had to live through the nightmare scenario of Friday afternoon and evening……………….Heidi was packing again. Now, I understand she has to do this more than most, we do travel a lot but does she have to turn into that woman from The Exorcist every time………………I mean, I could pack myself………..ok, I may have forgotten the odd thing and have to wear one brown sock and one blue one and have no clean underwear (am I bothered) but at least I wouldn’t have to watch Heidi’s head spin around as she tells me that I “don’t understand how to pack properly and that I have no more right to live on God’s earth then a dung beetle for making her pack…………….again.”
Anyway, once her head had stopped spinning and the battered old Samsonites once again were closed it is my job to lift them off the bed. Now, I love my wife, I love her more than an Aston Martin full of naked supermodels shouting “there’s room for one more big boy.” But once again I know that as I lift the suitcases off the bed I know I will discover that she has slightly over packed and the suitcase will weigh the same as a baby elephant…………….and I was right………………….so that’s my back buggered again.
