It's Holiday Eve and right through my flat,
Are piles of clothes, sun lotion and that.
I do find packing a bit of a 'mare:
I'll take countless things I'll never wear.
Shoes are lined up (I've even got spare laces)
And now the time comes to cram it all in my cases.
I've cancelled the papers, emptied the bin,
Been on the Internet and got myself all checked in.
Although I admit, I was far too slow;
Sequence twelve is a pretty poor show!
Just one more sleep and that's it for me:
I'll be Gatwick bound on the M23.
Into the airport on that moving walkway:
At last! The beginnings of two weeks away!
Bags to be dropped (did I pack soap and a flannel)?
Too late now as I pass through the security channel.
I know it's 7am but I've a thirst to douse,
So I'm making a beeline for the Virgin Clubhouse.
A glass of Champers? I don't mind if I do!
And I'll follow it up with a Red Head (or two).
I know at the bar, I'll be having a ball
But I'll be ready to go at the flight's second call.
Farewell to the Clubhouse - I don't want to be late,
So I'll stagger quite briskly down to the gate.
Straight down the air bridge and joining the line
Of excited PAX all boarding G-VINE
Into PE and find my seat;
Get all comfy and stretch out my feet.
A glance at the menu; it'll be the chicken I think,
But first I'll enjoy a chilled pre-flight drink.
Now here's really hoping that VS29 is on track;
And at 10 on the dot we'll start to push back.
Out of the window, I'll gaze at the flaps and the vents,
As the pilot unleashes those two Rolls Royce Trents.
And powering along with all of that might;
It's time for my holiday - so let there be flight!
I'm really quite excited now!!!
Are piles of clothes, sun lotion and that.
I do find packing a bit of a 'mare:
I'll take countless things I'll never wear.
Shoes are lined up (I've even got spare laces)
And now the time comes to cram it all in my cases.
I've cancelled the papers, emptied the bin,
Been on the Internet and got myself all checked in.
Although I admit, I was far too slow;
Sequence twelve is a pretty poor show!
Just one more sleep and that's it for me:
I'll be Gatwick bound on the M23.
Into the airport on that moving walkway:
At last! The beginnings of two weeks away!
Bags to be dropped (did I pack soap and a flannel)?
Too late now as I pass through the security channel.
I know it's 7am but I've a thirst to douse,
So I'm making a beeline for the Virgin Clubhouse.
A glass of Champers? I don't mind if I do!
And I'll follow it up with a Red Head (or two).
I know at the bar, I'll be having a ball
But I'll be ready to go at the flight's second call.
Farewell to the Clubhouse - I don't want to be late,
So I'll stagger quite briskly down to the gate.
Straight down the air bridge and joining the line
Of excited PAX all boarding G-VINE
Into PE and find my seat;
Get all comfy and stretch out my feet.
A glance at the menu; it'll be the chicken I think,
But first I'll enjoy a chilled pre-flight drink.
Now here's really hoping that VS29 is on track;
And at 10 on the dot we'll start to push back.
Out of the window, I'll gaze at the flaps and the vents,
As the pilot unleashes those two Rolls Royce Trents.
And powering along with all of that might;
It's time for my holiday - so let there be flight!
I'm really quite excited now!!!
