Am still slightly tentative as the magical Virgin plane doesn't take off for another 14 days, but today I did – hurrah hurrah – get Prof's agreement to going on holiday on June 15th.
And it's even to the USA which he doesn't like as its further away than Europe and more expensive on the travel insurance front.
But his words were 'bloody brilliant, you are bloody brilliant' and 'no-one, non-one I look after deserves this holiday more than you' – and even if he says that to all the girls, I'm banking it and have just booked our Miami hotel, oh yes baby. Sure, I now book things with friendly cancellation policies and I have to go back through the hefty travel insurance screener tomorrow before I swallow hard and cough up the £1000 it will cost me for 1 week's insurance in the US – but that aside, I can almost smell the holiday, it's getting that close and seems to actually be likely to go ahead.
Who said having the C nasty came cheap? Not luckless sods like me, that's for sure. They smell your chemo skin down the phoneline, those bloodsucking bastards do. But at least this company will actually insure me, which is more than 99% of the insurance world will, so that's a big upside. And it's a hell of a lot better than the only other quote I got for a juicy £2,300!!!!!
Janine & I are due to fly into Atlanta, drive up to the Great Smoky Mountains (the most visited national park in the US, much more than the Grand Canyon, apparently). We have booked onto cracking local hokey pokey adventures like the Dixie Hoedown, which seems to involve a battle between the North & South, a lot of horses and hopefully some hot lumberjacks in minimal clothing. Add in a day at Dolly Parton's water park and 'great' local sights like a half size replica of the Titanic (why is that in Tennessee?) and the Chattanooga Choo-Choo, and by god we'll need some Miami bar time by the end of 4 days.
Then we fly down to Miami to an old favourite hotel, the Anglers, and 4 nights of shopping, bars, beach. sunbed, pina coladas, mani/pedis and cool restaurants.
Please let it happen – and all go ok, with no infections, hospital admissions or other general shit that will take the shone off. OK, so I can't walk that far and we'll have to adapt a few of our usual activities, but overall, it should still be good and the forecast is scorchio.
Bring. It. On.
She Who Might Buy A Stetson Or Other Ridiculous Headgear in Dollywood.
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