Once more unto the breach dear friends...

Good old Sunny England what a great place to come to for a Holiday!! So here I am sitting at home with a bright red nose (from the cold not from drinking to much) feeling like i have had my head squashed. I get 2 weeks holiday and for reasons unbeknown to me i come home to England to spend time with family and friends.

For those of you who i haven't managed to actually meet up with sorry but there are only so many nights in the 2 weeks and clearly your not important enough... only joking my time here has just flown by and i have not managed to fit in half of the stuff i wanted to do :(

My holiday started off well for want of a better word BADLY, i get all the way to the airport in hot Cape Town sweating like a very sweating thing because i thought i would get prepared for England, i get to the counter all excited because there is no one in the Que, I'm at the South African Airways counter only to realise i am actually flying British Airways well i am so grateful i realised this before i actually got to the desk, that could have been so embarrassing, you know when you realise your going in completely the wrong direction you have to do that really stupid u turn but you don't want anyone to know so you pretend you are looking for somebody that you know doesn't exist and then you have a very unhealthy interest in the notice board that tells you you cant carry weapons on the plane but you cant stay looking at that sign to long because you realise that the security guards are watching you wondering what weapon you have in your bag so you walk off cursing the person that you cant find and off you go in the correct direction.

I get to the correct counter smiling because of the great embarrassment i have just avoided and also the lack of Que at this counter too. so up i go with my passport and itinerary in hand put my bag on the scale thingy and for the first time in my life my bag is under weight so it just cant get any better or so i though... the very nice man sitting behind the counter looks at me looks at my passport and itinerary and then asks "can i have your ticket" WHAT i just gave it to you? "no your seat is a paper ticket this is just an itinerary" from the look on my face he just points me over to the ticket desk, off i trot starting to get a little flustered, the lady at the desk was very lovely she smiled (not a mocking smile i think it was genuine) she took my passport and itinerary and typed on her computer for a exceptionally long time, just at the point when i was convinced she was on Face Book she looked up at me smiled what has turned into a completely mocking smile looks me in the eye and says this is not an e ticket you need a paper ticket, do you have a paper ticket i felt like telling her that i have hidden it in the airport and it would be a really fun game for her to go and find it. I'm sorry if i had a ticket would i be stood at the ticket desk? really would i? so after discussing this with her and her boss and finally persuading them both that i don't have a paper ticket hidden on my person they tell me the hard truth of the situation and believe me it was a very hard truth, unless i manage to pull a paper ticket out of my behind i will have to buy another one.. o yes i would have to purchase the seat that i have already bought. With tears in my eyes i hand this now not so nice lady my credit card and i think she takes great pleasure of putting ZAR7000 on it.

So where is the ticket i hear you asking me.... well in honesty i have no idea, i don't remember ever receiving one. so i am as confused as you.

So the flight was very uneventful i sit in a very expensive seat (could have flown business class) next to Matthew the post man and i then arrive in lovely cold England.

well thats al i can be bothered to write at the moment i will continue another time.

Mucho Love

Kat

I have arrived and it has begun...

Well firstly I would like to thank Kerry for pointing me in this direction, I am hoping this will save me a lot of ear bashing from all of my friends. I do admit that I am very bad at keeping in contact and if I was a little better then maybe my little trips home would be a little less stressful trying to catch up with you all. So anyway lets all put our hands together for Kerry.

I know its a bit late to start a new years resolution but hey this is my blog page i can do what i want... i am the Boss HA HA HA (evil laugh) HA HA HA

so this is it i hope you enjoy what i have to say and if you dont then stop reading and tell no one. Gossip is a terrible thing.