Ok.. I made it here in one piece just incase anyone was worrying. However, just before the flight I had a panic attack. I never knew what one was but alls I can say is that I was crying uncontrollably, could not breathe and my hands and feet were tingling. It took 8 diazepam throughout the flight to keep me rested. So yeah, mr hypnotist.. Cheers 4 absolutely feck all!
I have decided its come to the end of the line with the whole flying thing. Im not going to be putting myself through this shit for a long time after this one. Its just not worth it. Once upon a time the holiday used to outweigh the trauma of the flight out. That is no longer the case. Andrew has agreed we spend the next 10 years doing Devon and every centreparks, butlins and havens the uk has to offer.. or find alternate means of going abroad... *coach, bus, boat, train, hovercraft, teleportation*
Apart from that, the place is lovely, the food is great, and apart from missing andrew like crazy and doing sad things like kiss his photo and teddy that hes given me good night, im doing just fine...
The wedding is on tuesday.. I have a funny feeling that now ive discovered the net, ill be posting before then 
Speak soon xxx
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2007-06-23 @ 21:17