Contomichalos greetings from Cape Town! Happy New Year to one and all! So, we made it out there….despite having our holiday cut short by a week due to ‘the wrong kind of snow’ and the airports closing…..we were flown out of the snowy cold UK on Christmas Eve five days overdue. How do you explain to your three year old that Father Xmas may not be able to leave a stocking after all…..how will he manage to find him 45,000 feet up in the air…..oh dear!
Although, to be honest the incident at the airport quickly made us all forget as we nearly didn’t board our plane….for those of you who read my blog…this will come as no surprise as we seem to be not unlike the family in ‘outnumbered’…… and some really unfortunate things do often happen….here’s how things went at the airport!!
So, having gone through passport control, our happy little family headed towards security, excited to finally be flying to Cape Town. Pavlos and I giggled as we took off belts, bracelets, keys etc and handed them to the smiling, fairly jolly, security man. I confessed to him that I thought I’d made a mistake with my make-up bag and showed him some liquid make-up tubes and he kindly gave me a bag to put them in…all was going well and we were happy and full of Christmas cheer…..without a single beep we cleared security and waited for our hand luggage to come through.
I wondered why Ant’s case was taking so long and then felt distinctly uneasy as the man studying the images called over to his colleagues, they were then joined by some other staff and started shaking their heads. The man who had been so helpful suddenly looked at me with real distaste..I started going all hot and flushed.
With Antonis’ little suitcase held high in his arms, one of the security men accompanined by his colleague called out to me ‘is this yours?’. ‘Yes’ I replied smiling. I quickly discovered that this was not a good time to smile. ‘Did you pack it yourself?’ they demanded. ‘Yes’, I gulped. ‘I will ask you once again…did you pack this yourself?’ he asked aggresively. ‘Yes’, I said again….suddenly feeling like maybe I hadn’t and maybe I was in a bad dream and I was in actual fact a drug smuggler.
The other man said to me ‘what is in this bag?’. Then the worst thing happened, I became so frightened and dumbstruck I suddenly couldn’t remember, and I couldn’t speak and went red and sweaty!. I looked at Antonis and then at my husband who were both looking at me as if they didn’t recognise me and wanted to disown me. Then it all came back to me ‘Oh, I know! (as if i was a contestant on the Generation Game) and I started reeling off the contents of Ant’s bag…’blanket, Ben 10 action figures, omnitrix, Dr Seuss story books….’ I smiled looking like I was expecting some sort of prize and a medal. Had I pleased them?…. No, they were still looking really angry. ‘Has anyone else put anything in this bag?’….They asked.
‘No…..well only Antonis….while we were loading the taxi….but he doesn’t have access to anything dangerous?’…I gasped…and looked over at Antonis who suddenly reminded me of Stewie from Family Guy….was that an evil glint in his eye? Did he want me to stay home? Was he a secret smuggler?.
‘Bringing me back to reality, the security duo said to me ‘there appears to be something in this bag which is the same size and density as a gun’……so then, whilst I gawped like a village idiot turning around to look at my fellow Christmas travellers and looking pleadingly at my husband who was looking at me incredulously…they began the search.
Underneath the blanket and Ben 10 action figures, right in the middle of the suitcase, nestling like some sort of hideous trophy lay the culprit….Antonis red metal spud gun! I apologised profusely for wasting their time and smiled and they were very kind and told me that they hoped I’d learnt my lesson not to let my child pack his own suitcase?!…..and threw away the gun……with a sigh of relief we all headed off to the gate to board the plane…..as Antonis peered over his Daddy’s shoulder at me, I noticed a distinctly evil smile and I wondered if he was getting his own back for Mummy not managing to get Santa to drop off his stocking after all!
Anyway, we reached Cape Town on Xmas day and, readers…at the time of writing I am still alive….so far …..(I struck a little deal with Ant which involved excessive shopping trips to buy him lots of stocking fillers to make up for the lack of a proper Christmas Eve!!)….watch this space?!