Did a Shirley Valentine last night.
After throwing stuff into a suitcase, along with lots of the oil tanny stuff, I got the sudden and almost irrepressible urge to clean my house.
I cleaned my house before I went to Greece. Shirley did that too.
The reasons are because:
1) There's nothing like coming back to your home and it's exactly – exactly – how you left it. (If you don't get burgled, God forbid.)
There are no dishes with 3-weeks worth of bolognaise gunge & festering residue all over them, discarded by a flatmate who hopes they will just wash themselves. It's just how you left it – clean, neat and amazing.
2) I'm flying Olympic Airways tonight.
According to my colleague who has checked out the specs on everything, and I mean everything - he knows what our in-flight entertainment is for the evening – Olympic Airways is on the same quality scale as Air Zimbabwe and Air Afghanistan.
He showed us stats and stuff. And Olympic is the fourth from the top amongst some very war-torn destinations.
I'm not a paranoid flyer – only on landing and taking off – but this fills a few of us with concern, what with all these plane crashes and such in the recent news.
Anyway, if I were to die on this flight, at least my house will be invitingly spick and span when the obituarial lawyers bust in to claim the 7000 odd ronts worth of estate for my parents. (dsTV decoder and a car).
I'd rather they dissect my flat when it is achingly clean. They will find my Travel Dolphin 500 in my side table drawer, but that shouldn't concern them too much. Surely.
But that's awfully morbid. Because yay! I've packed my summer clothes, my nice doondies and...a lot of work stuff. This isn't just a holiday, there will be work to do. And it's already piling up.
But hell, I am excited. To play the fool, do Zorba dancing, see architectural masterpieces, feel the sun on my back, swim, eat, drink, bond, see stuff, watch hot men, and you, know, all that.
The next place I'll be is [hopefully] Athens. We're staying right next to the Akropolis. We'll do some site seeing and pub crawling at the same time. One site, one pub, one site, one pub, that sort of thing. It's a happy medium for everyone. It's going to be mad.
3:00pm the fun starts!