Donald Rumsfeld once said.
“There are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns—the ones we don’t know we don’t know. “
That just about sums us up.
My mate Pete is always doing something, always going somewhere. He has trips planned months, some times years in advance.
He is a bit anal about it.
He get’s on Easy Jet web site on a certain day knowing the flights are being announced for the next 3 months ( or is it six?) and books his seats. That way he gets the really cheap deals.
You know the ones.
“3 seats for a tenner” or “Fly to Moscow for 1p” that sort of thing.
Of course they only ever offer a hand full of seats at those prices, and usually they go straight to Pete.
He also saves coupons, gets discount deals, or vouchers. He is a bit canny when it comes to savings.
He told me this story once.
Him and his wife went to Padstow in Cornwall ( Rick Steins Fiefdom).
Pete took the two kids out for lunch and bought them a medium size Pasty each.
“I saved 40p on each pasty cause I had a coupon”. He said proudly .
His wife took her mother to Rick Steins for lunch, and spent £200.
“Yeah I know, but if I’d have bought ‘large Pasties’ it would have cost me an extra £1.50.” He said triumphantly.
Why am I telling you this?
Well Brittany Ferries announced their new schedule for sailings (for the next 12 months) this week, and it became a bun fight.
I follow a FB site called Brittany Ferries Passenger Forum where customers can make comments about their sailings, the service they received, the standard of food etc.
Usually it’s people complaining, which is understandable but occasionally you get some positive feedback, or something helpful.
Occasionally people share tips or ideas about how to maximise the opportunity on a crossing, where to stay the night before, where is the best place to camp in Santander or pull over in St Malo.
But mainly it’s moaning.
And this week the ‘aches and pains’ group really went to town.
It seems every man and his Dog (more about that later) went on at 8 am trying to book their crossings on their chosen dates and get a bargain at the same time.
Sadly the weight of traffic crashed the site and left hundreds, if not thousands of people unable to get their booking confirmed. They were not happy.
They took to the FB site in droves expressing their frustrations and blaming everyone else for the problems.
In true FB tradition they started fighting amongst themselves, accusing other ‘types’ of passengers for the problems.
The most prolific moaners were the ‘ Doggy people’ who apparently book a dog friendly cabin at extortionate prices so they can take their pampered pooch to France or Spain for a little Holiday in the Sun where they can wilt in 40º heat.
It seems there aren’t enough Dog Cabins to go round, so some people haven’t been able to book the crossing they wanted.
“I have been booking this route, this crossing, this room for thirty years and now some one has beaten me to it”.
“It’s not fair. My Dog isn’t well and needs the king size bed to sleep on or it gets anxiety attacks”.
Some people have apparently been upset that there are now limits on the number and size of dogs you can take in any one room. In the past they could take the whole pack of Fox hounds from the Berkeley Hunt, but not any more.
When we sailed once our cheap cabin ( we only ever go for the cheap seats as Jaki is perfectly able to climb up into a top bunk, as demonstrated on the over night sleeper in Vietnam) was close to the Dog friendly cabins.
The noise was horrendous.
Barking and howling went on all night.
It seems the owners will be the ones doing the howling this year.
There are lots of people who take their dogs with them on holiday and this has become more complicated and significantly more expensive since Brexit, but it hasn’t stopped them.
Now you all know my views on Dogs in Spain.
We actually lived next to a road called “ Avenida de Dog Shittio” as a tribute to those who use the pavement as a dog loo.
So I’m not unduly worried that one less Pooch will be joining me in Spain next year.
I am though concerned that a large organisation like Brittany Ferries, which has a Monopoly on many crossings, can’t organise its IT system to cope with predicted demand and ends up looking like the Glastonbury Festival site at 5 minutes past nine on a Sunday morning!
Those of us who have had the misfortune to be at Glastonbury when it’s been wet will know just how miserable the English weather can be and this Summer has been no exception.
It has been pissing down here in Bristol for weeks. In fact, the only time it stopped was Glastonbury weekend and they had fantastic weather throughout!
Yesterday the BBC weather man with the big bulging eyes said there had been a whole months rain in one day! It’s not like the BBC to tell the truth?
This triggered a reaction.
Jaki and I are no good with bad weather, we can’t cope and I get that SAD thing by about mid November, so we decided to start planning our winter get away.
However, this is where Donald Rumsfeld comes in, because we not only have unknowns to deal with. We also have the unknowns we don’t even know about.
We just can’t plan anything too far in advance. We are hopeless, our lives are too volatile for that.
That’s why we lived together for over 40 years before we got married, we just couldn’t organise a date, because of the unknowns.
We want to go away in September this year and the plan was for Georgia, Frazer, Blake and the new baby Zaya to come out for a week and join us.
But they run their own business, have a new baby and Blake starts at toddlers in September. So getting them to commit to giving us a clear yes or no with a date has been impossible.
It is one of the unknowns.
This means we don’t know what accommodation we will need ( another unknown) how they will get from the airport to Mojacar with two kids and two baby seats and whether the shuttle bus is suitable for child seats. ( The unknown unknowns).
Our old landlord from last year has offered us the house again from the end of September and if it’s only Jaki and I that will be fine, if we want to go earlier, we can spend some time in France or Northern Spain but if the kids decide to come, we will have to make different arrangements and may have to find accommodation that is available in September.
All of which means we can’t book anything yet, so the cheap crossings will be gone, the cheap cabins will have been sold and we will yet again have to pay full whack.
At least though we will be able to afford a few medium size Pasties in Plymouth to keep the cost down!