Calamity
Calamity - there's no better word to describe it. We should be flying to The Netherlands right now but we are still in Sheffield and I am afraid that our Ian will have to complete his Ironman event without his two most ardent supporters - his parents. What went wrong? Simply - I lost/mislaid/dropped/suffered pick-pocketing of/misplaced my passport! I can still hardly believe it. We searched high and low and in the end had to give up. I feel as miserable as sin about this. We were all set to go and then - when I began to check in online - I discovered that my passport was missing from our little "Travel" drawer where our passports and foreign money etc. are always stored. I feel dumb. I feel stupid and above all I feel sorry to both Shirley and Ian. She was so much looking forward to the whirlwind trip to Hoorn. It was going to be an adventure. I offered to take Shirley to Humberside Airport so that she could travel to The Netherlands on her own but she declined. In past ...