Day 262

Well this is a concern.
The Captain is out. Out to lunch. The Captain is not here because he has wandered off for lunch.
I hope for his sake his meal is something brief like a Dairy Lea Lunchable or a doughnut from his co-pilot that they share over a high five. If my tanning/burning and senseless over indulgence in free alcohol is delayed for a minute longer than necessary I will be livid.

In a few hours I am due to board an aircraft and fly to my holiday destination in the Greek isles, but without a Captain available to pilot the plane, my honeymoon plans will be scuppered. I've been looking forward to my honeymoon ever since my wedding back on Day 145 when I got married whilst wearing a secret T-shirt hidden beneath my fancy attire.
Since then I've sat patiently through the working days and summer downpours, going about my business without making too much fuss about the trip, fearing that I might scare it off. But a honeymoon is a constant source of attraction for the conversationists I've encountered over the last three months and I've been obliged to divulge details of the excursion, thus breaking the spell. As a result, the Captain has shoved off and left me trapped in a rainy London airport.
Having said that, I am flying with Ryan Air so the chances of making it to my destination safely and on time are identical with or without a pilot on board.

Back on Day 167 of my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge I celebrated my 28th birthday and understandably, I got gifted nothing but T-shirts. And not rubbish ones either - bloody fantastic trendy ones fit for a holiday in Greece. I decided to purposefully save them for my honeymoon, meaning that the first one gets worn today for the flight; this Pull & Bear design of absent vessel staff. Should I make it abroad, the next several days of tees will be snapped bathed in holiday sunshine and I trust you'll all enjoy that as much I as I will.