Wednesday, 8 June 2011

My Passport Policeman...

Another holiday and the usual strife between Mr P and me begins.  Of all the travelling we have done together and believe me we have done a fair bit so it shouldn’t really surprise me anymore.  It starts a day or two before we are due to leave, the passports suddenly appear in a neat little pile, all the holiday documentation is collected and place in a folder.  All placed on a shelf somewhere and most of all no one is allowed to touch them.  At check in, immigration even boarding the plane the passports are held by Mr P.  Heaven forbid if I should want my passport or boarding pass to buy anything duty free. 
Then there is the fact that we are totally not in sync when it comes to ‘going to gate’ and actually boarding.  That is a whole new level of conflict.  It has been known for Mr P to decide that he needs to go to the toilet with his newspaper, while we are supposed to be “going to gate” or even boarding!  I remember one particular heated “discussion” at Bangkok airport where I declared quite loudly that “I hated him with a passion”.  It may not sound that bad now but it was on our way to London where we were planning to live for a few years.
During the holiday the passports stay with Mr P and then the whole process begins again when we leave to fly back.  I am at the point now that I no longer even bother about passports as I know that Mr P will have it sorted.  The tension I guess comes from me.  Obviously as a 40 year old mother of two I am not responsible enough to look after the passports or even handle checking in!  How did I manage before him, I will never know!
Overall the holiday went well.  The weather was hot and sunny, goft was played, we utilised the kids club in the afternoon so we all had a break from each other.  They played at the club while we sat by the pool having our first much needed drink of the day overlooking the Med.  The men folk even sported mankini’s for us!  Although thankfully it was only for a short time and even thou it was hilarious it was quite disturbing.  Photos were taken to publish at a more inappropriate time. The kids had no idea why it was so funny, and that’s what their innocence is all about I suppose.
One day I will post on the packing of suitcases or even packing a car for a road trip which takes tension to a whole new level...

6 comments:

Stigmum said...

The idea of having someone take care of passports, boarding passes etc sounds quite nice. The idea of that someone choosing to go to the loo moments before boarding reminds me why I'm happy single! Your holiday sounds great and looks lovely from that pic! Can't wait to see the others!!

Frankie P said...

Well there has been many moments that i would of been happy to be single, he really drives me insane. The worse thing he knows it so i am sure does it to wind me up!!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

I couldn't let anyone else be in charge of my passport or anything that was so personal to me for that matter, but that's just me. I don't abroad these days although would like to take Amy somewhere like America one day. My husband has never been on a plane and never had a passport - he's 61.

He'd be the one with the newspaper.

Sitting by a pool sounds divine, sigh.
CJ xx

Frankie P said...

I think if it was anyone else other than Mr P with my passport then i would be the same as you. I supposes being a farmer makes it hard to get away as who would look after things...

thanks for the comment

Emma said...

Love the new look!!

Well, at least it sounds like you had a nice holiday anyway... We are the opposite in our house, and if we are travelling together, I automatically give my other half my passport. Mainly after I once left mine on the plane, and nearly got refused entry back into my own country...!!! Emma :)

Frankie P said...

Thanks for that, it needed a change..

Yeah can see why you would do that from now on... Doh....!!