48. Daddy’s Off To Disneyland
You know the feeling – your bags are packed, you’ve triple checked the passports, your pockets are stuffed with travel ham. This is going to be the best holiday ever.
But as your horse drawn taxi clatters toward the airport a terrible sensation creeps up your spine.
What have you forgotten?
You took the bear to the bear sitter, check. Household gas and electricity supply doesn’t exist yet, it can’t be that. Snuff boxes? They’ve all been sorted alphabetically, all good.
Out of the window you see a doughnut on the floor. Doughnut. Daughnut. Daughter! The blood drains from your face – “Taxi – STOP! Turn around! We must go back!”
How could you be so stupid! You’ve forgotten to marry your daughter to someone incredibly wealthy. Disneyland will have to wait.
With shaking cheeks and clenched fists, you slowly tear your non-refundable tickets in two. When all the children are married, you’ll probably be able to buy your own Disneyland. All in good time, all in good time.