It wasn't my fault
Theo announced he wanted to go on holiday with his friends this year. I thought he was too young (at 16 and a half) and he has no common sense so we said it wasn't a very good idea but by way of a compromise we agreed to let him bring a friend on holiday with us.
So, we booked a week in Ibiza for the half term holiday. Jack was coming with us. We thought Ibiza was appropriate as my mum and dad had christened Theo and Jack 'Kevin and Perry' years ago when they were at primary school.
We went for 'bargain' rather than 'luxury' (or even 'ok') but I thought for a week it would be fine. Although we live about 5 miles from Leeds/Bradford airport we never ever seem to be able to get a flight from there, so we were flying from Newcastle.
We reckoned we'd need to leave our house at 7.00 to get there on time, but Jack turned up at 3.00 which made Theo fanny about a lot, which delayed me, which meant we didn't set off until 7.30, which was just about ok.
Except it wasn't cos some broke the A1, and the police were running round waving and making everyone do U-turns up the slip road. So, after touring through Co Durham without a clue where we were going, we missed the check in by about 3 minutes.
Which, rather annoyingly, was probably less than the time it took the car park man to tell me all about him losing his driving licence when he was a bus driver and had a crash with a police car and now he had his licence back and this was the only driving job he could get but he really enjoyed it although the hours could be a bit anti social and did my car have any bumps or scratches on it and the car park was less than a mile away so there should be no more than 2 additional miles on the clock when I collected it so he wouldn't be joy-riding around in it and would I sign for the mileage etc etc.
The up-shot being it cost another £350 for new flights the following day and £150 for 2 rooms for bed & beakfast for 5 at the Premier Inn (very nice actually - lovely comfy bed) and £16 for the taxi to take me to Tesco Extra to get some beer and wine to drown our sorrows.
So much for a cheap break.
