Well, life here in the brick lanes of east london are strange. We'd planned to go to pakistan at the end of january (this was back at the start of dec). This is what our last few weeks have looked like.
MIL & SIL fly to US, on return flight stop here and they, as well as MIL and hubby and I all flight out to pakistan around end of Jan.
this plan lasted a whole couple of days. SIL had lost her UK visa, so change 1 was, she'd fly directly back to pakistan from US. The rest of the plan stayed.
Uncle in pakistan finally went in to get his throat cancer treated. Refused to eat. Auntie upset. MIL decides to fly out 'in 3 days' to help out. Tickets purchased.
Insurgents think its a brilliant idea to blow up electrical stations. Pakistan has a black out. Tickets refunded.
Back to plan 1.
Uncle continues to refuse to eat. They put a tube in his stomach, and poor it in. He loses weight.
electricity is back on, MIL buys tickets to fly to pakistan.
Bhutto is murdered. Riots in pakistan.
tickets refunded. New plan, Move plan 1 up a couple of weeks. Riots should be over by then, and uncle perhaps improved.
Uncle, thinking clearly as always, decides that now is the perfect time to have a heart attack. This is on a sunday, when the highest ranking doctor on call is an intern. Said intern could not get air tube down his swollen cancer ridden throat for 15 full minutes.
everyone in family get to pakistan asap.
tickets bought. MIL flys out a week earlier than hubby and my tickets.
BIL says, no rush hubby and feath, everyone is already there. Nothing you can do.
Uncle brain dead. (daughter, who flew in from canada, insists on full life support for as long as the money holds out. She's not too concerned about the money, as all uncles money is going to his brother, and she wouldn't see a dime of it anyway.)
BIL flys in UK, stays one night, flys on to pakistan.
everything arranged for flight... it holds... we hold our breath...it holds...
as of now, we flight out tomorrow.
I think I've forgotten a couple of things, but thats the gist of my last 6 weeks.
Shahhe is over at trish's, getting cat sit. We dropped her off last night, and from reports, she's slinked from her carrier to huddle in a terrified bundle at the bottom of the stairs. *feels like an axe murderer*
Just a few last minute things to do ... like pack our carryon (hubbys meds are taking our full (additional) allotment of 80 kelo's, so any change of clothing has to fit in the carry on. I'm basicly going with what i stand up in, and a change of undies. Luckly, clothes shopping head the list of what to do in pakistan...er, after watching uncle linger as long as the money lasts.
BIL's house is packed with family. We're arriving in a couple of days. Uncle lingers, clinging with ghostly fingers to life support. I can not tell you just how much fun this trip is going to be.