Despite a rousing first breakfast at 1 am, the blackberry reads 08:54. Not too shabby for a Friday morning, and I feel rather pleased as I hit delete with abandon. Hmmmm, BA seems overly keen to remind me of my impending holiday...then my brain does a double take, and my eyes focus on a pre-flight check email for a potential adventure to Dubrovnik. All my vital signs screech to a halt for a split second.
Shit!! Shit Shit!!! Pure panic takes over and breathing becomes difficult as my synapses frantically snap back to memories of booking a flight to get the visa. A flight that could be cancelled. A flight that would cause the same mayhem to my finances, had I to pay ransom to retrieve my firstborn, from the clutches of baby traffickers. A flight I forgot to cancel after a triumphant return from the Croat embassy. My stomach makes intimate acquaintance with the contents of my upper chest cavity, as my mind shifts gear to self defense; I'm sure I can still cancel it. Worst case, I'll lose some of it....It's only money..... I'm so fucked.....
I don't even pretend to work as I calmly boot up the laptop. Manage my bookings. Cancel booking. Card details. £££. Email address. The screen flashes back at me.... email confirmation will be sent to the address provided. The blackberry fails to beep reassuringly, and my vital signs remain distressed. Bzzzzzzz!!! Has been cancelled. Fare refund. Miracle of miracles!! Less charges/administration fees: GBP 0.00. Tax refund. Total refund. YES!!! Total refund! Friday's lookin' good :-).
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