No.1 son and girlfriend have spent the last week on holiday in Tunisia.
I got a text from Son on Tuesday morning that said. “Mum, what time is our flight on Wednesday?” What?
I don’t remember agreeing to fly them home on the broomstick. Another text followed shortly after. “We can’t get through to the number on our phone”
Ah, the penny dropped. It was very likely TOO EXPENSIVE for them to call the information line. I can hear the conversation now. “Should we call and find out what time our flight goes?” “We should, but it’ll cost shed loads from here. I know I’ll text Mum, she’ll do it”.
I looked across at the chap who sits opposite me at work. “Do I have sucker written on my forehead” I asked him. He nodded, I shall always regret getting that tattoo. So a few more texts later and I had the flight no. so I called the information line. “Hello and welcome to let us lose your luggage.com. To book a flight press 1.
To change a flight press 2. To find out which flight your useless half wit son and his girlfriend are supposed to be on, press 3. I pressed 3. “Your call may be recorded for training purposes – you are live on Channel 4 please do not swear” “When making an enquiry please have the surname of the lead passenger, and your booking reference ready” Aaargh!!! I had the booking reference alright, but Girlfriend had booked the holiday in her name and I had NO idea of her surname. It’s just never come up. They have been together for 2 years now, but there has never been an occasion when I have said ere Ethel, what’s your last name?
It was a lot easier in the days of Jane Austen if you ask me. Then Son would have brought her around to a formal tea and said “Mater, please allow me to present Miss Pebbledash” and I would have said “Charmed I’m sure. Do take the weight off your parasol, and have a fancie. But it didn’t happen like that it was more a case of Mum, this is Ethel, any beer in the fridge?
Fortunately the airline also had a website. It was the .com bit on the end that finally gave that away, so I went on there, and you didn’t need surnames, just a flight number, so that was alright.
I must have got the right information because they got home yesterday, and called around last night for a visit. “So how was it?” I asked? “Hot”, said Son, “The food was awful and covered in flies” said girlfriend. “There were horrible big ant things all over the beach” said Son. “The shopkeepers were really scary” said girlfriend. “They would drag you bodily into the shop and not let you leave until you’d bought something” Hubby looked up from picking his toe nails. “Sounds familiar he said, looking at me. Do you have any Tunisian ancestors”? Laugh, I didn’t. “We’ve not really eaten anything but bread all week” said Son. “We got bitten to death by mosquitoes” said girlfriend. “Right”, I said “so you didn’t really enjoy it then? “
“Oh No” they said, “we had a GREAT time”. Ok then?. “And”, said Girlfriend, “we had the trots for 3 days so I’ve lost almost a stone”. That perked me up. “Fancy Tunisia darling” I asked Hubby? The look said it all. He doesn’t………………….
