Guess the real journey started on Thursday morning when I woke up with a feeling of sheer dread. I suddenly questioned why I hadn't received any of the update texts for the flights to Nepal. If the flight was booked why couldn't I remember paying for it. I search back through my emails of several months and there was the the email from Kate "shall we go ahead and book the flights then?". Shall we go ahead and book the flights then, only I didn't do that did I, nope, got distracted. Edjit status ramped up to superstar!!! A great trek booked elephant trekking and whitewater rafting with three awesome, strong, dynamic women. Only the weak link in the chain, the capable Doctor but all round bimbo.......... she had an expensive holiday with no means of getting to the start. I think the opening lines of that famous film starring Hugh Grant just about some up my feelings of realisation ....."Bugger, Bugger, Bugger....F**k,F**k, F**kity, F**k!!". I think I may be paraphrasing a little bit there but you see where I'm going with the whole air of desperation malarkey.
So the awesome plan to have a lie in, a nice brekkie and shop for last minute kit - which lets face it with two days to go is still stellar on the Edjit scale to start with, suddenly became an almighty Lastminute.com, bookaflightforanidiotcomparethemarket.com existential crisis. Two hours later with every combination tried over multiple websites I finally finished hammering the iPad and with bank account depleted but with tickets to Kathmandu via Delhi, breathed a small sigh of relief. Four flights booked but sadly only one with the other ladies which is the Last Leg, we know a JoLt style programme about that...but I digress, and will only feature three of us as Kate stays behind to visits some NGO's in Nepal. This rates as my most expensive holiday yet, flights over double what I should have paid, an exclusive unique trek, 2.5 days of locums to pay for and extra kit (because of the soon to be mentioned MaccyDs some of my trek gear is a little, shall we say snug???
Instead of a leisurely last trip to MaccyDs for a double sausage and egg McAdd another inch to my lardy arse meal, I left home at 1pm to start the previously planned shopping. Go Outdoors and Cotswold outdoors at Exeter thoroughly raided and besides having to buy a pair of Capri walking pants 2 sizes above what is already too uncomfortable size for me I headed to Sainsburys to grab my first food of the day. Few other last minute supplies and I received a phone call from work - potentially bad news, quite surreal mixing two sides of my life ... Serious GP and jet setting expeditioneer - of course this is in my dream life, the reality is a little bit more Father Ted than James Bond and in the film of my life I am Father Dougall rather than Dear James!!!!
A well deserved sandwich in Sainsburys car park later and I head for home to actually pack. Realising I have given away all my 100 litre trek duffels, leaving me with my favoaurite but noticeable smaller red workhorse. Bags finally packed, medical kit bag raided, paired back and paired back again, shoehorned into my classically overpacked kit bag, I managed to drive to work for some sneaky paperwork before a nice call from Mum and P. The water tank alarm is solved, the lovely thing is leaking and so my debt to my beautiful family is increasing. Only one thing left to sort, a place to stay for Friday night. In true style, the man has decided he is owed a night in London after putting up with me for a whole 5 days over Easter, so Heathrow hotel and car parking it is.
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