In Between Days.

Saturday.

First Saturday off in an age (June!) I didn't sleep well, things going round in my head, like a fever dream. 

But I had to be at the salon at 8.40, so I got up at 7am. 

Amanda did a cracking job as always, black and red with a black Mickey shaved into the undercut at the back. 

The rest of the day was spent in limbo. Watching streamers from the parks.

Charlotte came round at 8, and Ian picked us up at ten. We were at the bus station for 10.15 and on the bus down to Gatwick by 10 to 11. Pretty plain sailing apart from a woman kicking off because we had paid for coach seats, she was adamant that she was told she couldn't book seats on a bus heading to airport. Well love, you obviously can. 

Anyway poetic justice prevailed two people asked her to move as they had pre-booked those seats. She flounced off in a huff. 

Sunday.

We got to the airport at about 4 am. Once checked in, (what a faff!) You do everything yourself. Like a self scan checkout. Then there was security, I lit up the scanner like Christmas, and you could see the metal in my ankle on the screen you walk past. Even the woman security guard said what a delicate job on they had done  reconstructing my ankle!

We then had breakfast and keeping ourselves busy until the flight at 10.45am.

The flight was a little late, and it was quite turbulent, and there were a couple of times my ears popped. 

But we made good time getting into Orlando at1 3.15pm.

We were the last to get our cases and the line for passport control was very long. We finally got to the resort around 5.30pm. My wheelchair arrived not long after. 

We unpacked and then headed down to the Sassagoula Float workshop to get our resort refill mugs. After that we had Mickey shaped Benignets and then we went shopping. We both bought magic bands.

An earlyish night called our names and we were greatful for comfy clean beds. Jet lag meant we were spark out by 11pm and the awake for 4.30 am.