It's a balls-up

Did I mention a holiday previously? Ah well, the holiday I have booked for next month, and paid for, and booked time off work for, isn't going to happen. My Dad, bless for sticking his oar in, kept on and on (as only parents and partners and children know how) about how we 'couldn't possibly' be flying from Exeter on a Thursday since the flights to Corfu don't GO on a Thursday, blah blah blah, and I kept sighing and tutting and piffling away his concerns.... when I re-checked my booking confirmation in order to be able to be smug it turns out I have booked us on a flight for next year..... 2009. I cannot describe that moment of horror and I think my heart may have actually stopped for a whole second or two.

I have to say, Mark has been incredibly good about it, and I have spent all day poncing about on the internet and phone trying to correct my heinous error in some way. My Dad was, as I expected, genuinely horrified for us and has tried his best to help all day too. Bless. Again.

I cannot believe I have managed to do this totally dense thing. No, really, I CANNOT believe it, I still am shaking my head at my own stupidity. Mark did mention that he would have been a bit angry had we packed our suitcases and turned up at the airport a year early.... Oh my God, I am feeling a bit hot and faint even thinking about it.