When you think you’ve booked a trip to Austria and arrive in Oslo’s Gardermoen Airport you know your trip has been planned by a man who hasn’t planned at all.
“You know we’re in Norway right?”
I threw my wife a patronising glance from over hunched shoulders pushing our luggage through arrivals.
“Ermmm, think I know where I booked Kris…” I replied.
She laughed and I looked over again.
“The pictures you showed me were of innsbruck Austria, this Gardermoen in Oslo”, she said.
I slow to a stop and shake my head, tutting in my “you’re about to look really - really silly way”. Now I should know my wife’s tones of conviction by now, she wasn’t giving me an opinion but a cold hard fact. I looked around the airport - then at the ticket - then at the flags dotted around then finally back at Kris.
“Shit - I could have sworn Oslo was in Austria?” I remarked.