So we went down to Adrian's parents at the weekend to issue the final instructions to Grandma.
It didn't start well - she had it in her head that we were flying from Heathrow. We have approved the suitcase as size appropriate. Luggage labels have been issued pre-written. All documentation has been checked. We had a minor glitch with my mother when we noticed her name was spelt incorrectly on her ticket and it was a bit till Val sorted it. This is mind we went over every letter with Grandma on all her travel documents.
Well that was the easy bit. Suffice to say she's going to be hard work. She's insisting on taking a coat and says she not doing laundry on holiday. Adrian told her she's carrying her own luggage then. Apart from this she's like a clucky mother hen, always fussing over everyone and everything. God knows what's going to happen when she realises there's no lifeguard for the villa pool. Adrian's phrase of the moment is "shut up mother"
Two weeks tomorrow