In six days we set off for Convocation so I thought I had better start packing a bag. Well, I found one I thought might do and I was sitting on the couch with the bag busy deciding whether to pack a tasty Kiwi or some cheese or both when Helen found me.
“What are you doing?” She said.
“Packing my bag of course,” I replied.
“But you’re traveling baggage class and don’t get a luggage allowance.”
What! No luggage allowance? How can airlines be so mean, especially when baggage class also means no meals? I have to have some food with me or I shall starve on the Auckland – Los Angeles flight. How will I get food on the aircraft? Smuggle it under my habit and hope all those airport sniffer dogs don’t detect it?
Next year, or rather, later this month I am definitely going home with someone who can provide me with a quiet, warm, dry, dark closet which is full of subterfuge and I am going to stay in it all year. Maybe longer if I can prevent you from taking me to Convocation 2017. Any offers? Or will I have to kidnap the judges and decide the second place winner in the Juniper Cup myself???
