Clothes and Plans

Over the past few days I've inherited quite a lot of clothes. My cousin is about the same size as me and only really wears horsy clothes these days, cleared out her wardrobe and I managed to stuff another weeks worth of clothes into my suitcase. I'm personally both impressed and pleased. I love hand-me-downs.

Unfortunately there is a price. Like I said, she wears horsy clothes. That would be because she rides. I have to go see the horse. I am afraid of horses. Am not looking forward to it. Not one bit.

As far as getting home is concerned I have tickets for Wednesday and should that fail, I have tickets for Thursday too - the theory being that if we wait until Wednesday when they cancel my flight, there will be no available tickets for quite a few days afterwards. Should I still be stranded Friday morning, my mother has decided that driving to France and a grandparent driving me to France and me switching cars, would no longer be too extreme. So that's what'll happen. It better be one comfy car. My grandpa has this one, but I feel it could get a little chilly.

Now, if I'm completely honest, I'm getting pretty sick of this volcano. I genuinely do believe a giant cork would solve the problem. Just whack it in and be done with it. That way, we can all get home (I know I'm not the only stranded creature) and Iceland can go back to their itchy jumpers and horses, that aren't even normal size.

(Just to clarify, this last paragraph is blatant plagiarism of an article I read. I'm ok with that.)