You’ve known this was coming. I have known this was coming. The last few months have been like standing on a beach watching the tsunami approach, fascinated by it, but unable to do anything but surrender to its majestic and irresistible force. This blog post should have been my last before heading off to Florida for my special 50th birthday celebrations.
That fact that it is not may see levels of moaning and childish foot stampery than has ever been witnessed and we all know this blog has witnessed a lot of that over the years.
It’s a gut-wrenching pain. A sorrow so deep that it is eating me up inside as the intended day of departure gets closer. It’s the little things. That magical early morning at the airport when you are an over-excited bundle of new trainers, not much sleep and an £80 breakfast. The passive-aggressive social media posts from the airport with no other intention than to signal to anyone watching that you are going on holiday and they aren’t. Sigh…..
The happy, aimless wandering around duty-free shops, spending amounts on pointless perfume that you would normally resist paying for a week’s grocery shopping. That combination of dozens of perfume sample smells mixed with Starbucks coffee and raw anticipation should be bottled and sold….oh wait it probably is.
It’s the strange zombie-like state in which you queue for immigration upon arrival at Orlando airport and then jostle for your cases before inevitably waiting for Louise to spend half an hour on the toilet, despite having sat next to one for the last nine hours.
The sudden shock of being behind the wheel of a large unfamiliar car, on the wrong side of the road with a “trunk” full of luggage and a bum crack full of sweat. The toss of a coin decision as to which exit you’ll take out of the airport, as despite having gone every year for two decades, it always feels like they changed the entire road layout since last year.
The absolute all-consuming relief as you wedge your “as slim as it’s going to get for a few months” body into the booth at the first night eatery of choice after dumping the cases and doing the supermarket shop. The blissful feeling of a whole new holiday lying in front of you untouched.
You see, what I should be doing right now is stressing out over incoming tropical storms and hurricanes, wondering if the 20 day build up on the news will deliver total carnage or a light drizzle….like these two currently making their way to the US, potentially spoiling the holiday I’m not having. The fact that I am not currently spending more time with Denis Philips than my family is not OK.
Sigh……again. The mood, as you might imagine, has not been ebullient in Mkingdon Towers this week.
In this week that should have been, I don’t wish to come across like a “playa” but to lift the mood I bought a new car. I didn’t just wander into a showroom with a bag of cash and demand the keys. My average family saloon is three years into a four-year deal and typically this is past when we do a swap/upgrade. Having just had it serviced and MOT’d last week, I walked out of the dealership after the rare experience of not having spent a penny. I had a service plan that covered the routine stuff. I did, however, have an estimate for work that was “necessary very soon” for just over a grand, so dropping the car like a hot brick into the arms of the dealership giving me a “new” car was the right thing to do. I pick it up next week. I don’t know what day yet, but by rights, it needs to be Wednesday at around 11am when we should have been accelerating down the runway.
At my time of life, this new car should be a large red convertible. It is instead a silver mid-range family car. What mid-life crisis?
The car I should be driving next week is the ridiculously huge thing I have hired for our Florida adventure. It is an extravagance I feel no need to justify. What will be odd this next trip, which as you may know, is not happening next week, is that there will be other potential drivers. Usually, I do all the driving. I don’t mind. I enjoy it and I can even tolerate Diet Coke most of the time. However, Louise says she wants adding but we also have Tom and Emily who are both now over the magical 25 years of age. Emily doesn’t fancy it, not wanting to “kill us all”, but I bet Tom wants a go, so I may get a beer or two. Not being the best passenger in the world (control freak? Me?) I may need those beers and a blindfold to let someone else navigate the Orlando roads.
So when Wednesday morning comes, and I am sat on my seven millionth Teams call, barely feigning interest, my heart will be at Manchester airport and the trip that never was. I’d ask you to spare a thought for me, but I know that so many of you are in the same position and have your own struggles to deal with.
You might think that this blog post will be the drawing of the sting, and with the passing of departure day I will be “over it”. It’s almost as if you don’t know me at all. The week after next will be my actual birthday and next Sunday will not only see me continue to piss and moan about not being in WDW, I’ll be on the precipice of my fifties too. I bet you can’t wait.
Till the next time…..
14 thoughts on “World Class Whinging When WDW Wasn’t”
I thought it would be ‘the worst’ day on Friday when we should have gone. However this morning and a news article about preparing for the ‘worst winter on record’ sort of pushed me over the edge as the possibility of our February trip felt even more precarious. I have actually cried today, you have my sympathy, I know exactly how you feel. 😢
Totally felt your pain In June, still not over it, we should have had two wonderful weeks at the yacht club, can’t bring myself to dump the itinerary😫
Yep it just sucks. 😩
Craig we totally feel and understand your pain. We were going to Florida for David’s 50th birthday but it was cancelled. Then we booked Disneyland Paris, that got cancelled. So now we are going to the Peak district just for the sake of having a holiday!
It is rubbish but I hope you enjoy your break. 👍
I’m hoping that we can go to Hawaii next year.
Yes we should have gone in May to my neice’s Disney wedding which had to be canceled and rebooked for October then canceled again, you soon forget the pain and start looking forward to next year, but not in my case as being canceled twice my niece decided to use her official “honeymoon” in July in a canadian spa resort to get married just the 2 of them with a photographer singer and officiant..So I dont think I will be going again so will just have to follow your trials and tribulations which are very enjoyable even the moaning and groaning..Your wedding and holiday will soon come round
That all sounds rubbish Pam. Sorry to hear that.
How can a three year old car need a grand of work done. That’s also rubbish 😬
Well this was a quote from the Merc dealership!! A new brake light unit and new brake pads apparently costs just over £1000. 😳
I would be googling the parts on the interweb thingy as they can be had for a lot less and the brake pads still be the same make… I know a few marque cars that use the same parts as Ford but just because the name is on the packaging they cost £100’s more than the part from Ford which cost a maximum of £20…
No doubt John. Most of that bill is for the lukewarm coffee and leather seat in reception. The repairs are Mercedes’ problem now as they took it as part ex on my “new” one.