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I'm back. Tired and achy but back!
I'll put some pictures on later but for now here's my potted version of Holiday a la Disney
Going;
I should have guessed. Too much on my mind but I should have known after all I'm a nurse FFS. 2330 hrs Saturday night Danz came back downstairs and cried. Said she had a bad throat. I thought she was over excited and sent her back to bed. The next day we got up at 5am. And set off. None of us spoke much. We met my sister in the Swindon services which was when I got the realisation that Danz was poorly. She was white and felt sick.
By the time we got to London she was grey. Didn't help that Heathrows Purple parking has no signposts at all. The directions said. Turn right at the roundabout by Tesco. Go straight across the next two roundabouts then left at the next.
We ended up in Sikh land. Lots of elaborate temples and men in traditional costume. No women and no white people at all. My Bro-in-Law swears he saw Bin Laden. At first glance no one to ask...Then a guy in more modern wear who spoke little English but pointed us down the road.
Turns out we had to turn left at the second roundabout...They classed the huge Tesco roundabout as number one...Confused? Indeed.
Danz got out of the car. Her face was completely white with grey tinges. We were ferried to Heathrow and found a spot by Boots in the departure lounge. I tried to buy her various things to ease her sickness. She kept saying she felt better. She desperately wanted to go.
On the plane I sat by her and a rather handsome French man reading the financial times sat next to me. Dark, well dresses and French...coorrrr
After take off she puked. He asked to move. I will never forgive her.
The journey from Charles De Galle to Disney was uneventful other than her looking ghastly. We arrived got our room and she went to bed.
We stayed at Sequoia Lodge. All I can say is don't bother. It was horrid. Dark, a bit worn out. Rooms were very basic and lacked any charm or comfort. I wasn't impressed. The Cheyenne was much better and cheaper.
We went to the park and poor Danz stayed in bed. All day laid out puking and crying. My mum stayed with her (well what are they for?)
The evening I stayed with her and the rest went to the hotel restaurant. It was packed full of French. No tables till 10pm. Very expensive and the staff were downright rude. So they got a sandwich in the shop and we all went to bed.
Danz temperature was 40c in the night. She kept shivering and talking feverishly. I thought she either had a UTI or Tonsillitis.
The next morning she woke up brighter and we all walked to breakfast. After a few minutes she kind of crumpled and I took her back and called a doctor.