It was there all the time…
I thought this week’s post was not going to happen for a while.
This is the first post to be written directly into the OFD website rather than in Reaccountancy.
And I didn’t have a clue how to do it. Just assumed it would be the same as the WordPress site.
Which it wasn’t.
Which is not altogether unexpected if I had merely stopped to think about it.
But I didn’t so there you are. Time wasted.
And that was almost going to be the sum total of this week’s whinge – because I’m SLIGHTLY in switch off mode, Madrid tomorrow with Die Frau and Die Tochter who I mentioned a bit last week.
Yep, German terms in a post mentioning Espana. And I can’t find out how to do the tilde. Glum face.
That’s because the daughter is studying German and International Management at Uni = German terms. No, not the glum face!
Although I suppose it could be.
I’m pleased to say – nay, amazed – that accommodation HAS been booked and it’s not even as if we’re at the airport bickering…
But I expect we will be. We always do. I always used to say there were three persons in our family – mother, daughter and referee – but I couldn’t possibly say that now. My life would not be worth living! What? It isn’t? How did they find out?
I hate airports.
At one time I used to think I was afraid of flying but after a while I realised what the problem was.
I hate airports.
They are the earthly equivalent of purgatory. Or maybe the first circle of Dante’s Inferno.
Full of people trying to not be there (and the passengers are just as bad – oh dear) while interminably queuing for the next indignity be it check in, baggage drop, the bloody queue through to air side, the passport recognition machines that don’t work properly. So you end up having to be there long before you’d choose to and suffer big business trying to skim every last penny/ Euro/ Dollar out of you for “Duty Frees”. Which often you can buy cheaper land side in many cases.
Except World of Whiskies.
I like World of Whiskies. I’m a single malt fan. Though it has to be said that a double is nice. Groan.
Still annoyed I can’t do emojis in blogs posts. Sad face.
A visit to our home is very instructive if you’re a whisky lover. Although we keep having to replenish it and we keep drinking the damned stuff! Who’d a thought it…
It’s always interesting trying out new ones so every visit to an airport generally means a visit to WoW.
Actually we’re very lucky – there is an off licence about five miles away that has one of the best selections I’ve come across outside Scotland, so one feels obliged to visit every now and again. Cheesy grin.
Plus memories of past visits – Slivovitz, Chacha from Georgia, Brennivin from Iceland, etc., etc., etc.
It’s always a bit of an issue when one you like gets to the bottom of the bottle. Okay you can get Bourbon in most airports and a lot of off licences but just try replacing Wisniak (a Polish cherry liqueur that both the girls like) when you run out!
Life is full of problems. #firstworldproblems – you damned right!
I think that’s probably enough for this week or I’ll be working on my day off tomorrow.