I hate skiing! I hate it and haven't even been yet.
Last year it was Teddy hiding my passport, this year it's everything else.
I had re-ordered my pre-loaded-with-Euros debit card, found my European Health Insurance Card, sorted out how to pay for my skis and lift pass while avoiding punitive bank charges; by using the pre-loaded debit card, made a start on my packing.
Yesterday after three weeks the debit card hadn't arrived, I phoned, it was lost in the post, they're sending me a new one, perhaps it will arrive before I leave.
"Oh well, I can always use my credit card as I get a better rate than with the bank." I pull my credit card from the wallet and watch it blink and gasp as it encounters fresh air and sunlight for the first time in ages, then it points to its expiry date - last August.
"Did they send me a new one, in fact have I received any information from them at all..... Oh shit! Did I tell them I moved!"
I phoned, I hadn't. Caroline was very understanding, she promised to send me a new one, it takes up to seven business days, perhaps it will arrive before I leave.
The EHIC card; I study the EHIC card; it waves something at me; it waves an expiry date....."An expiry date! Why the fu%$ do you have an expiry date? Surely your expiry date should be the same as mine?"
I order an online renewal, perhaps it will arrive before I leave?
I wonder if the new coat and helmet I ordered yesterday will arrive before I leave too?
I went into the garden and savaged some geraniums.
