Laugh lines…

Posted by dulwichmum on Sun 3 August 2008

As I recline, with a chilled drink, blogging from the VIP lounge at Dublin airport, I feel a slight sense of loss that our annual family jolly, is at last, drawing to an end (sigh).  I fear I may have developed a laugh line (gasp).  I gaze wistfully out of the window into the departure lounge, and instantly spot my two tiny exuberant poppets, freewheeling about on their Trunki cases, upending aged members of the clergy, portly ladies in their vile MBT trainers and scores of Spanish tourists – what a hoot! 

The munchkins always manage to make me smile (damn).  Today the darlings are filled with excitement at the prospect of their journey on the aeroplane.  Their special luggage surely is a must have for any parent wishing to avoid tantrums from bored munchkins in transit.  Travel can be sure a bore for little ones.

I knew it would be unnecessary to require the kind staff of this sumptuous VIP lounge to accommodate my mother or progeny.  My babies are enjoying the freedom of the spacious general departure lounge while my mother is stalking about, on a mission to discover an unfortunate young Russian female to verbally abuse, or a member of the Wood family to commiserate with.

With a complexion as furrowed as my Smythson Nancy bag, Mr Wood has every reason to behave in an irrational manner and should serve as an warning to us all.

There is surely no substitute for a good skincare regime, and with effective products now freely available, I am prepared to wager that “Ronnie” has yet to discover the joys of microdermabrasion (smirk). 

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