When for the first year Lara decided against dancing in the Christmas Spectacular, we decided to grab our chance to go away for the weekend and take the kids to Prague at Christmas.
Result is panic – me, shouting – Craig and crying – kids.Wake up Jeanette, Craig cycles to her house and back in torrential downpour, get spare keys. Key inside back door. Can’t get in.
Wake up neighbours after banging for ten minutes then phoning them. Same key issue.
Wake up Joanne who comes to rescue with a huge bunch of keys belonging to everyone she knows. Crystal maze efforts and we have keys. Craig needs to change into dry clothes as soaked thru.
So we are late and pushing it for time and THEN
A11 closed. Detour.
Lara vomits multiple times due to eating four tunnocks caramel wafers at 1am.
Wrong turning at airport to wrong car park.
Barrier to car park broken.
Bus driver working on go slow and I swear he stopped for a fag and a cup of tea.Bag gets taken for searching in a queue of twenty other bags due to failure to remove 5th plastic bag of Lara’s cosmetics and potions. (Please note she used NONE of them as refused to wash as didn’t like the look of the shower… )
Arrive with 2 minutes to spare at gate.
Public transport is the dream in Prague. Adults can get a 72 hour pass for 310czk and children a 24 hr pass very reasonably. This gets you onto all buses, trams and trains. No queuing for barriers and a much smoother process all round than in London. I assume they do spot checks to catch non paying offenders but we only saw this once.