The Brat came in to my room last night and asked when we were going on holiday . "Why " I reply suspicously
Because I’m flying to France with the Air cadets on the 9th August she states.
I look at her bemused.
“But I haven’t received a letter from them “ I say …”how much is this going to cost I follow up with quickly”
Dunno – is her ever so helpful but typical response.
“Where are you flying from , is it Heathrow or Gatwick” I , not too unreasonably I don’t think , enquire.
“Duuurrrrrrrrrrr mum it’s Air Cadets” she sneers.
Getting a bit lost and confused now I still pursue the same line of enquiry. “ Who are you flying with then “ I say.
“Mum it’s with the AIR CADETS “ she says whilst rolling her eyes and sighing really deeply.
Still not getting it she then really , really feckin sarcastically says “ What are the Air Cadets part of mum, yes that’s right they fly planes . I am flying with a pilot in a RAF plane as part of the Air Cadets. They don’t fly out of Heathrow or Gatwick y'know "