Yesterday I was asked if I would like tickets for ‘Little Howard’s Big Show’.
Unfortunately, I assumed the show was ‘Russell Howard’s Good News’,
and had to spend much of yesterday afternoon scrabbling around looking for small children. It is surprising how difficult it is to lay your hands on small children at short notice.
Today, I got a very thoughtful email from my friend, reminding me that ski carriage charges are set to increase from £30 to £35 in August. Patting myself on the back for being so organised, I quickly emailed the ski holiday rep and asked to add ski carriage ‘at this month’s rate’ to my holiday booking. It was all terribly grown-up. The ski holiday rep dutifully emailed back, and I thought I should just quickly check what ‘ski carriage’ was. Ah. Trouble is, I don’t have any skis. So ‘ski carriage’ seems a bit excessive. I had to send the following email:
Hi,
I am so sorry, but would I be able to remove the ski carriage? I just remembered that I will not be able to take my skis on this trip.
unfashionablylost 