(I’ve been practising my holiday hairdo in readiness for the frizzbomb my hair is about to become for the next three weeks…)
Well, guys, I think we’re ready to go. The bags are packed. The taxi has been ordered for tomorrow morning. The volcano is still ominously silent. Looks like we’re going to San Francisco. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to wear some flowers in my hair. (And if I don’t meet some gentle people there, I’ll be asking for my money back…)
So, assuming our plane doesn’t plunge into the ocean, we’ll be in San Francisco until Monday morning, then driving down to L.A., which will be our base for the rest of the trip. I’ll see you on the other side (of the Atlantic)!
(Is it weird that I can’t wait to get onto the plane, so I can continue reading The Haunted Hotel?)