Storytelling Sunday... My Disorganised Husband

It's time for Storytelling Sunday, as begun by Sian at From High in the Sky - see her post for today and the linky list right here. Pull up a chair, grab a cup of tea, and read stories from all around!

I asked my hubby what story I could tell this Sunday -one that could relate to organising (in case you're new here, I have a little bit of an organising theme going on this weekend - 22 posts so far since Friday afternoon!). Hubby said I could talk about how organised he used to be, compared to what he's like now. 

But all I keep thinking about are occasions from the past where his organising skills were not the best...

• In 2003 we went to Edinburgh, flying from Bristol Airport. But we almost didn't get there, because hubby (then boyfriend - we married in 2008) forgot to put petrol in the car - there was a tiny amount left in the tank, but because we lived on an incline the petrol was all tipping to the wrong side when we tried to drive away to the airport. So, despite the fact it was about 4am in the morning, we had to phone a friend to drive us to the airport! (Thanks to Rosie for recently reminding me of this incident!)

• In 2004 we moved into a new flat - our first home together as a couple, as we had shared with friends before that. We were proud of our rental flat as it was brand new and all shiny and well finished. The landlords had been very adamant that if we put up any picture hooks or anything, it would all have to be put back to the perfect finish when we moved out. We decided to put up some hooks on the back of the bedroom door, to hang our dressing gowns on, and I left hubby alone thinking he was perfectly capable to manage this task... until I came back 10 minutes later to see he'd put the hooks on the wrong side of the door! He'd been holding the door open, so, from where he was standing, the hooks were inside the bedroom! We took them out and tried to repair the door as best as possible, but it was always noticeable and certainly not the perfect finish the flat had started with!

• And in 2005 hubby decided to organise a trip away for valentines day. I was a little ill about a week before, but still looking forward to our escape - I knew where we were going away, but not the destination. I was hoping maybe to Paris, and I may have dropped a few hints in this direction. We drove all the way from Bath to Gatwick, with me getting more excited all the time, and we pulled up in a car park opposite the airport - I started to gather my things. Then my love says 'oh, we're not there quite yet', and drives to a hotel... right around the corner. Our romantic escape was at Gatwick. Ho hum! Sure, it was a nice hotel and all... but not really the location I was hoping for! (He did tell me afterwards he'd been planning to get a last minute trip to Paris, but because I'd been ill he changed his mind. We've still not been there together!)

My husband, not the world's best organiser... but I love him anyway!

I hope you enjoyed my Sunday story. Remember that a comment on this post, or on any of my posts from this weekend, will count as an entry into the Grand Giveaway {NOW CLOSED} - but only if you've registered your interest in winning that here!

See you in an hour! x

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