So this morning saw MonkeyPie (and Marmaduke) waiting patiently for their plane. Thinking they were being ever so contradictory to the usual and anti-dateslexic, they were proud of being on time. MonkeyPie has a painful history of missed trains, concerts and conferences from mis-remembering the date/time or day. Hence, dateslexia)..
But their smugness was shortlived as they realised halfway to the airport (nice and early to get a good legroom seat for their stumpy limbs) that teh 10:45am time indicated the check-in and not the departure. Conservative at that as the plane didn't take off until 12:45pm...

So. Not only two hours before the flight, but a full four hours before take off. Just for your information, Larnaca Airport is dullsville. MonkeyPie had already invested 30 euros in make up she will invariably not use as it's not the staple kohl and mascara she sticks to usually and had already exhausted the delights of the food court by killing 8 minutes to do a full circle of the area and buy two drinks...
Time well spent. Now MonkeyPie finds herself trying to sleep on a steel bench under the persistent aircon stuck on the thermostat set at approximately 'Arctic level' but a big, rough looking, red rimmed eyed vision of a tattooed visigoth sat down next to her, louning across not one but two chairs, refusing to sit upright, instead, balancing his (probably tattooed) buttocks precariously on the edge of the seat so that he keeps having to shuffle upwards and heavily rebalance.
Fun times!

Let's hope the flight is more exciting. If it's a big plane, I'll get a choice of films! Although, if experience is anything to go by, there wil be the immortal and compulsory screeching human larvae and, invariably, the kickus seatus genome of toddler behind my seat.

As it was, it was a small plane and only "27 dresses" was on. It's shite. No screeching human larvae but then I was far away dreaming monkey dreams for most of teh journey whilst two unfriendly lebanese men sat next to me and promptly ignored all my requests to be let out to pee. Don't worry, there's no dramatic conclusion although I may have cystitis from being forced to hold in complimentary water, pepsi and then a bottle of vinegar red wine, a clandestine cabernet sauvingnon.

ALhtough I felt very exotic speaking to the cabin crew in greek and having yukky men hold up the entire plane to let me out of the aisle even after I insisted that I had no reason to rush as the first off the plane just has to hang around the luggage belt like a wally.

MonkeyPie has landed safely in London and is currently being well cared for by her pal as MonkeyPie Snrs are still in the land of sun. Maybe I'll go and see my brother tomorrow, he sounds quite sad..