Konichi wa!
Guess where the Fancies are having a long weekend?
I have to say, this has been an amazing trip. I wish we could stay longer than a few days but the Minis are back in London with their Nannies and grandparents. I always hesitate to leave the continent unless their is family somewhere nearby. Of course I still have 24-7 childcare in place, because Lord knows my Minis could kill an old person, but at least they are getting completely spoiled while their Fancy mother shovels raw fish and udon into her mouth.
God Bless Nanny #1. She actually asked me as I was packing my bags whether there were any special care instructions for the grandparents. She's a good one, that Nanny.
Anyhoo, we almost didn't make the trip, which would have been a terrible shame. And it would have been all H's fault. Or someone's fault. Not mine. Actually, that's the problem. We don't know who almost made us miss our flight. What? Oh, let me explain.
"Car's here in 5 minutes, dude," I screamed up the staircase. "Need my lounge time. Chop chop!"
"Good, I need 6 minutes. Just need to find my bag of cables so I can work on the plane."
Yes, you know what happens when a man tries to "find something," don't you?
What ensued next was not pretty. I'll spare you the gritty details. Suffice it to say that within minutes, Fancy PA (who'd arrived early to help us pack) and myself were tearing the Fancy Home apart.
"When did you last have them?" I asked, as calmly as I could.
"On my trip last week. They were in my suitcase."
"And who unpacked your suitcase?" I continued, trying to retrace the steps of the critical wiring. "Was it you?" I asked Fancy P, who shook her head vehemently.
"Uh, I guess it was Nanny #2," was H's answer.
Fancy PA called her immediately. She did not, I repeat, did not unpack a suitcase last week.
Which means that we have no idea who unpacked Mr. Fancy after his last trip. All we know is that someone did.
And this means that either we have so many people working in the Fancy Home that I've actually lost count, or one of us has lost our minds.
Ah well, either way, we made the flight. They sell that shit at the airport you know.
You're on a mini-break and I'm ...... off to the woods with the bikes and all that cold mud. It's half term and I have to entertain my own children.. gasp...
ReplyDeleteWhat is it with men and CABLES! They invade your house and the men never find the one cable they need when they need it!
ReplyDeleteHa! So are you living in paranoia now because one of the staff is lying? And if they're happy to lie to you what else might they be doing? Sleep with one eye open - that is my advice my friend. One. Eye. Open.
ReplyDeleteI think you handled that as well as could be expected. And good thinking about re-purchasing the bloody cables at the airport! why fight when you can just re-purchase?
ReplyDeleteAlas, I suppose one day I'll be faced with half-term as well. Note to self, maintain full time nanny status over holidays...:-)
ReplyDeleteoh, tell me! I've now got a "cable box" in the office, where every single one is supposed to land. But he can't quite grasp this concept...
ReplyDeletealas, I only discovered we could re-purchase after running around the house sweating like a nervous hog, digging through every drawer, every suitcase. Then he chose to mention it.
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