Happy holidays

Spring is in the air and the Easter break is looming, so why am I trying not to think about it? Over the years we have developed a La-friendly way to travel which involves minimal stress and as much relaxation as it's possible to have with La in tow.
  So that would be travelling by car to a secluded self-catering house with a swimming pool for La to cavort uninhibitedly (see left). Last Easter's break in Camarthenshire in glorious weather, proved ideal, but guess what? We're not sticking to the formula this year and I for one, am cacking it.
  My sister has raved about Almeria in southern Spain for years and loves it so much she has bought an apartment there - a visit is long overdue. La's Dad decided it had to be done and it has to be done by aeroplane with the World's Favourity Airline which he works for.
  The trouble is, since a 2009 weekend in Edinburgh when we did go by air, I have sworn never to set foot in an airport with La again. For La, you see, does not cooperate with  the various security procedures now in place, let alone respect the queuing, throngs of fellow passangers and body searches. If I tell you that the Head of Security was summonsed at Terminal 5, Heathrow on this occasion, when all other passangers had boarded, can I leave it to your imaginations as to La's behaviours that day? Do you really want to know that La simply would not stand still for the security photo and was running round the departure lounge like a loony at one point shouting 'weee bomb!' (for some reason) at the top of her voice.
  Her good old disabled parking badge saved the day in the end as it convinced Mr Head of Security for Terminal 5 that she was not an imposter but a harmless if exceedingly eccentric young lady with learning difficulties.
  All this was before we were faced with the challenge of sitting La in a confined space with grumpy strangers in close proximity for an amount of time out of our control. Shudder.
  This Easter's experience, can't get worse than that, surely?