We will be able to check into our seats on Mr Pickle's aeroplane tomorrow lunch time! It has been months in the planning and the day is very nearly here when we will be chauffered to Heathrow by my mum and dad to venture to the wilds of Borneo (hopefully not too wild) and back into the arms of the Daddy.
The postman came to the house at the crack of dawn this morning to drop off a guaranteed next day special delivery package for Mr Pickle from his Nana 'in Wales with Gramp'. With lots of little numbered packages for him to search through on the plane and get excited about opening. The plan is to hold them in reserve for desperate times and to prevent Mr Pickle from high-tailing it up the aisle and disappearing under people's legs.
Mum, Mr Pickle and I visited Netta this afternoon to say our sad farewells. While we were having a chat, mum was testing the new toaster she had purchased for the flat. I was worried about getting upset but I needn't have because after a couple of minutes the flat was filled with acrid smoke and there were alarms blaring from one corner of the building to the other! Mum had managed to set the toaster on fire.
Mum and I frantically threw all of the windows and the door open which probably made things worse as the smoke then started pouring down the corridor with Mr Pickle shouting 'what's that noise mummy, it's hurting my eyes'.
The sound was deafening but did eventually stop after the warden and mum had flapped tea towels furiously at the smoke alarm for about 20 minutes. We had no time to get maudlin and the moment will live in Mr Pickle's little mind for a long time to come.
Hopefully we will see Netta on Skype very soon as her sheltered flats now have a computer room!
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