My Holiday

I wasn't really going to write anything about my holiday, as there isn't really much to say. However, by special request (Lynsey), I have decided to include a short post. Mind you, as it is already over a week since we landed back on English soil, it is fast becomming a dim and distant memory.
On Friday the 25th May, we dragged ourselves out of our beds very early in the morning, in order to be on the road to Birmingham for about 6:30. We got to the airport in plenty of time, checked in and prepared ourselves for the long wait to get on the plane. The time went by fairly quickly though, and we were soon walking up those metal steps, and finding our seats. After a fairly uneventful flight, we landed in Marseille, with the temperature at around 32 degrees C, very nice too.
Now, a Taylor family holiday just wouldn't be the same if we didn't get lost, it wouldn't feel right. So lucky for us, guess what? Yep that's right, my dad didn't disappoint, and I think it was probably a new record. We had barely left the airport car park when we were already on the road to nowhere and the air was blue. After several frantic phone calls between our car and the car of our friends whom we were travelling with, we eventually pointed ourselves in the right direction, and after a journey which was twice the length it should have been, we eventually ended up at our villa, very tired and very hungry. Thanks to global domination, there was a McDonald's about half a mile down the road, so our eating dilemmas were solved.
The rest of the week went by without a hitch and it was time to come home again far too soon. We managed to get back to the airport with no problems whatsoever, much to my amazement, and were soon on the plane back to Birmingham - or so we thought - because it wasn't til we were sat on the plane, waiting to take off, that they decided to tell us that the flight had been diverted to Nottingham for reasons which I still am none the wiser about. Anyway, they provided busses back to Birmingham for us, and it only added about an hour and a half to our journey home, which in the grand scheme of things was not a big deal.
So that's it, another Taylor family holiday for the scrap book, bring on the next one.