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...