Cast Members
Me, Sarah Croote: organiser, driver, lover of all things Disney.
DH, Paul Not Disney again!?! Croote.
DD, Hannah aged 3, a proper princess or should that be madam?!
Our holiday buddies, the Fairhursts!
My friend, Katy, 5 months pregnant with number 3!!!
Katys DH, Pete aka Pirate Pete.
DD1, Eloise, aged 3, loves princesses, Mickey and Minnie.
DD2, Emily, aged 18 months, aka Millie Mouse! Loves Dumbo!
Day 4: Saturday, September 23rd 2006
The plan was to get up at 5am and leave the house at 6, so Paul had set the alarm on his mobile phone. The trouble was that his phone was still set to UK time, an hour behind!!!!
Luckily, Paul woke up at 5.30 and there began a frantic half hour of washing, dressing and ramming our last few belongings into an already full suitcase!!! All this while the Fairhursts calmly sat downstairs eating their brekkie
, completely unaware of the mayhem that ensued upstairs!!! Nevertheless, we were somehow ready by 6am at least we thought we were.
To begin with we realised that the room key was still in my park bag which was now buried deep in the depths of the suitcase.
Paul managed to extract it fairly quickly and closed the suitcase again while the Fairhursts got into their car ready to go. It was then that Paul realised that he did not know where the car keys were they were there one minute and gone the next!!! He thought he may have dropped them in the case when he re-opened it, so while he opened it again I informed our holiday buddies of the problem.
However, the search was fruitless and a search of the house began.
After about 5 mins of this Pete came in to help look and, in checking their room (the one room we hadnt bothered with!), he found the keys lying on the bed!!! By eck did we feel stupid! 
Apparently Hannah, my angel, had put them there and neglected to tell us despite the fact that I had asked her if she knew where they were!!!! A very cross mummy moment I can tell you! 
So, finally we were on our way! It was dark and rainy so driving
was not much fun and nor was the mood I was in. Still, we filled up the cars at a petrol station and followed the signs to Terminal 2B where we had to deposit our cars. No probs here and we walked into the Terminal and looked at the board. Our flight was not listed!!!! A sinking feeling hit me for the third time in an hour. 
I felt kind of responsible as I thought that our flight was taking off from this terminal, but no! I could feel our buddies patience wearing thin as we asked an Air France agent where we were supposed to be. Terminal 1, the bus is over there, was his reply.
In my defence, there is no mention on the e-ticket of which terminal we were to go to, and no-one else had noticed which one we flew into. Daft, I know! In fact, it wasnt until we were on the bus that the boys mentioned that they had wondered why we hadnt headed for the doughnut-shaped terminal ie Terminal 1!!!!! I just love the way men do this! There I am, trying my best and feeling like c**p because I had failed to take us to the right place and it turns out that they had known all along that we were in the wrong place! Why the hell didnt they say something sooner?
Anyway, rant over. Once we got to the correct terminal we passed quickly through check-in; grabbed some croissants and pains au raisin and went through to departures with no hitch. There was, however, a queue through to our boarding gate which moved incredibly slowly, the reason being that they do actually check bags very thoroughly here, rifling through every single one.
It is at this point that I have to mention size of hand baggage as the bloke in front of us was carrying a HUGE bag of pre-terrorist-scare proportions! He was not questioned about this and allowed on with no hassle at all! There was also a couple on our way to Paris from Exeter who were carrying two large rucksacks! I just dont understand how they got away with it, but they did!
We boarded the teeny-weeny plane
and the flight was uneventful, arriving at Exeter pretty much on time. We then collected our suitcase; were brought our pushchair (great service! 
) and went out to our cars which the nice men from Parking Unlimited brought us. Bidding farewell to our holiday buddies, the Fairhursts, we headed for home, arriving an hour later absolutely exhausted but hungry for more. Hannah reflected these thoughts well with the question, When are we going to Florida? 
Me, Sarah Croote: organiser, driver, lover of all things Disney.
DH, Paul Not Disney again!?! Croote.
DD, Hannah aged 3, a proper princess or should that be madam?!
Our holiday buddies, the Fairhursts!
My friend, Katy, 5 months pregnant with number 3!!!
Katys DH, Pete aka Pirate Pete.
DD1, Eloise, aged 3, loves princesses, Mickey and Minnie.
DD2, Emily, aged 18 months, aka Millie Mouse! Loves Dumbo!
Day 4: Saturday, September 23rd 2006
The plan was to get up at 5am and leave the house at 6, so Paul had set the alarm on his mobile phone. The trouble was that his phone was still set to UK time, an hour behind!!!!
Luckily, Paul woke up at 5.30 and there began a frantic half hour of washing, dressing and ramming our last few belongings into an already full suitcase!!! All this while the Fairhursts calmly sat downstairs eating their brekkie
, completely unaware of the mayhem that ensued upstairs!!! Nevertheless, we were somehow ready by 6am at least we thought we were.To begin with we realised that the room key was still in my park bag which was now buried deep in the depths of the suitcase.
Paul managed to extract it fairly quickly and closed the suitcase again while the Fairhursts got into their car ready to go. It was then that Paul realised that he did not know where the car keys were they were there one minute and gone the next!!! He thought he may have dropped them in the case when he re-opened it, so while he opened it again I informed our holiday buddies of the problem.However, the search was fruitless and a search of the house began.
After about 5 mins of this Pete came in to help look and, in checking their room (the one room we hadnt bothered with!), he found the keys lying on the bed!!! By eck did we feel stupid! Apparently Hannah, my angel, had put them there and neglected to tell us despite the fact that I had asked her if she knew where they were!!!! A very cross mummy moment I can tell you! So, finally we were on our way! It was dark and rainy so driving
was not much fun and nor was the mood I was in. Still, we filled up the cars at a petrol station and followed the signs to Terminal 2B where we had to deposit our cars. No probs here and we walked into the Terminal and looked at the board. Our flight was not listed!!!! A sinking feeling hit me for the third time in an hour. I felt kind of responsible as I thought that our flight was taking off from this terminal, but no! I could feel our buddies patience wearing thin as we asked an Air France agent where we were supposed to be. Terminal 1, the bus is over there, was his reply.In my defence, there is no mention on the e-ticket of which terminal we were to go to, and no-one else had noticed which one we flew into. Daft, I know! In fact, it wasnt until we were on the bus that the boys mentioned that they had wondered why we hadnt headed for the doughnut-shaped terminal ie Terminal 1!!!!! I just love the way men do this! There I am, trying my best and feeling like c**p because I had failed to take us to the right place and it turns out that they had known all along that we were in the wrong place! Why the hell didnt they say something sooner?
Anyway, rant over. Once we got to the correct terminal we passed quickly through check-in; grabbed some croissants and pains au raisin and went through to departures with no hitch. There was, however, a queue through to our boarding gate which moved incredibly slowly, the reason being that they do actually check bags very thoroughly here, rifling through every single one.
It is at this point that I have to mention size of hand baggage as the bloke in front of us was carrying a HUGE bag of pre-terrorist-scare proportions! He was not questioned about this and allowed on with no hassle at all! There was also a couple on our way to Paris from Exeter who were carrying two large rucksacks! I just dont understand how they got away with it, but they did!
We boarded the teeny-weeny plane
and the flight was uneventful, arriving at Exeter pretty much on time. We then collected our suitcase; were brought our pushchair (great service! ) and went out to our cars which the nice men from Parking Unlimited brought us. Bidding farewell to our holiday buddies, the Fairhursts, we headed for home, arriving an hour later absolutely exhausted but hungry for more. Hannah reflected these thoughts well with the question, When are we going to Florida? 
Thanks for reading! 
Wanna read more disney adventures of your family! 
oooops. 
Wouldn't it be cool if there was a smilie with a sign holding up and written on it "Better watch the ticker" 
...I know i sometimes have a ludicrous ideas...
