Plans into action

I booked a plane ticket to Edinburgh today! Following on from yesterdays good news, I decided to grab life by the horns and ride the positive waves to happiness. So I’m on Flight BE1472 to Edinburgh the day before Good Friday. The taxi is booked, I’ve e-mailled Sophie with the time to collect me from the airport, and the calendar in the kitchen has a massive highlighted HOLIDAY on it for April 9th-13th inclusive. Now I just have to buy enough valium to get me through the flight and all will be well.

Jared, one of the cleaners at work, has suggested hypnosis. He told me he was a chain-smoker for ten years and tried every which way to quit without success. Then he paid ninety quid to see a hypnotist in Yarmouth and he hasn’t touched a cigarette since. Sounds great, but stopping fags isn’t quite the same as convincing me to climb aboard a tin crate that I know is going to plummet from the sky and kill me. Plus, I have some family history with hypnotists. My cousin Frank had to sue one after an incident on holiday in Clacton. Frank went up on stage as a ‘volunteer’ and wasn’t the same for months after. Any time a phone rang, he’d dance round the room like a monkey. Poor bugger. It hit a real low when he started throwing faeces at the neighbours.
No, I think I’ll stick with the valium…

RC 6-4-09
1957 BST