As for other stuff, it's still hot, very!
Went to Sammy's - that's the local sports bar - the Rockets lost in the first game of the West Coast Final, after being 16 up in the 2nd - tossers! But at least I know the terminology now. 2nd game is tonight, I'll have to go and cheer them on I suppose.
Pup still chilled.
Over and out Huston.
Here's the lads - 'a giant leap for mankind' and all that.
So we boldly went. Flushed with success from the ' Rockets ' famous victory - well done lads - we went to NASA to see some real rockets. WOW!!!
Did you know that we're all off to Mars? Nor me, but apparently that's the plan. Because the good old U,S of A made it to the moon, we're scheduled to be off around 2030. Don't pack your undies - got to think of the weight.
O.k. I know it's day 2, but give me a break - I been on a plane for 10 hours!
So, slept a bit. Ate at Denny's. Went bloody shopping. Checkout woman thought I was Norwegian! Do I look like a bloody Viking! Slept some more. Looked after the new puppy overnight. Slept again. Ate at Denny's. Avoided the shops in case I'm mistaken for a Lithuanian. Got man-flu. Slept. I thought illness was illegal on holiday! Slept a bit. God I feel lousy. New puppy bit my feet. There's sodding gratitude for you! It can sleep on it's own tonight. Might go to Denny's, then pop in to tell the checkout woman I'm from Azerbyjan. That ought to confuse her. Feeling a bit tired, may have a quick kip. No, you're right, I don't know how to spell Azerbyjan - what do us Norwegians care anyway!
...Yeah, passport, tickets all present and correct.
So, now I've just got to check in, on line - I've joined the technocological age.
What's this? How many bags? I don't bloody know, I ain't finished packing yet! We'll call it two eh? What's the worst that could happen? Well they might not let me on the plane for a start. I better make sure there really is only sodding two then! I wonder where the passport is?
No, I'm not getting stressed.
Eddie Black said last night I ought to allow more time to get to Heathrow. He can't possibly be right. Can he? Now what did I do with them tickets?
Hang on. What's that muffled screaming sound?
Well perhaps I shouldn't have packed Kate - I only wanted to make sure I knew where she was. That's more than I can say for the passport and tickets! I'll swear I had them only a few minutes ago.
She's not happy! Apparently it was a bit cramped. That suitcase ain't as big as it looks. Perhaps I put the tickets in there too. I'll unpack it again and take a look.
Do I need those shorts? It'll be hot. I've taken them out and put them back three times now. Can't say I like wearing them, not really my style. But still, the passport may be in the pocket - I'd better take them.
No really, I'm not too stressed. I wonder where the tickets are?
She's still going on. Honestly! I had to unpack her stuff to get her in the case. O.k. I was going to leave most of it behind - does she really need more than two tee shirts! There are after all only two cases we can take now.
I wonder if she's hidden my passport out of spite?
Thinking about it, who the hell wants to know how many cases I'm taking anyway. British Airways? The U.S. government? Barack bloody Obama? Perhaps he's got the tickets!
There's only twelve hours left to sort this mess out. If I say two cases, does it really mean two? Surely there must be a bit of leeway in the system! You know what they're like in American immigration, I could end up on death row!
I swear I had my passport. I remember printing out the tickets. What was the problem with the old days when they sent them through the post? There was never all this cowing trouble!
NO I'M NOT FUCKING STRESSED!!!!!
So - only one week to go! At this time next week I'll be somewhere over the Atlantic - yippee!
Of course I'm busy, busy, busy trying to think of stuff to get done before then and to that end I've spent all day dossing about, doing not much at all.
Except - yes, I took the plunge and sent in an entry for the Bridport Prize, flash fiction section.
I've ummed and arred about it for weeks. I've tweaked it here - an extra comma, I've tweaked it there - get rid of that boring bit! Not much scope for over-egging the pudding in a set limit of 250 words.
So wish me luck - I'll let you know that I've definitely lost in September, then you can read it and laugh at my foolish optimism. And at the waste of a seven pound entry fee!
If all goes well, I'll be able to let you know what I haven't been doing tomorrow as well.
(And who thought of putting an 'i' between 'to' and 'let'? Please don't - it's just not funny!)