A nobodies guide to spain, living the dream.

It was oct 08 th 2002 the big day move to spain get out of damp old wales for good. we had already sent a pallet of items at great expence the week before, so for me and the wife it was just the matter of a few cases and a lot of over wait all my time was spent worrying how much it would all cost well i am welsh. Dont worry says cath thats the wife,
it will be no problem if we get there early, i dont know what is is but as soon as i step foot inside an airport i feel guilty.
in the check in cue worry, the girl asks the normal questions packed the bags urselfs as any one given you stuff to take, i say no to all questions as quick as possable waiting for your over wait sir im sorryas i see the weight on the scales hit 47 kg but know she says nothing except please take that one bag to the end because it was soft luggage.
have a nice flight she says, to the end we go and a man who looks like a tax inspector has a rummage through it,
whats this he say a hot water bottle going somewhere cold he says, no replys the wife spain.
you never knw do you might get a bit chilly one night. 
god security was a night mare shoes off belt off and some realy ruff looking woman gave me quit a good going over too, any flight was good all though i got ear pain all the to land bloody easyjet.
got  the mother in law meeting us all is great we are here spain viva espana.

next week aint life great.