A flurry of activity at home this morning. A was being picked up early to go to Gatwick with two other friends for a 'boys' weekend away in Budapest. We wives are looking forward to a 'girls' weekend at home beginning with a meal out this evening.
We were actually ready when the friend arrived and I cheerfully waved them off wishing them a safe trip. About half an hour later I had a call saying one of the group had gone to check in and found he had taken his wife's passport instead of his own. Frantic phone calls to another friend to track down said wife (who had headed off to the local sports centre for an early swim) to retrieve the missing passport and deliver it post haste to anxious husband at Gatwick.
The story has a happy ending as I later heard all 3 husbands were on board and on their way. Apparently the passport in fact arrived a couple of minutes after the deadline but obviously they had smiled nicely and behaved impeccably as our friend was allowed to proceed.
Strangely enough we had been comparing 'missing passport' stories just a few days ago; Bemoaning the fact that our children and their friends had arrived at the airport recently at the beginning of a trip and discovered that they had left their passports at home. I'm sure there's a moral there somewhere.
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