Goa, here comes the brat

The spouse, one is convinced, gets Goa withdrawal symptoms if he's been away for even a couple of months. Therefore after staying staid and peaceful in good old Mumbai for the past few months, he began getting fidgety a couple of days ago. The peering at the holiday escapes and summer packages dotting the newspapers and the examining of small print with magnifying glass was the next logical step. And then began the random questioning, hasnt it been so boring, lets go to Goa. The brat squealed in delight. And ran helter skelter to get out his pail and spade and such like beach toys which are used twice a year. (Shame on us, and we live on the coast!)Mamma sighed and started packing. The brat is overjoyed. He has packed in his Ben Tenz, his omnitrixwachch, his power rangerz akshun figures, his digger truck, dumper truck, remote control car, which had it been a little larger, could accommodate the three of us enroute to said holiday destination and would have been environmentally friendly to boot, charged as it is with electricity. And every available biscuit he could round up from various corners in the house, never mind the fact that he has to be force fed biscuits if ever with three adult humans holding him down, and one relegated to the task of shovelling in said biscuits into the craw. He has also emptied out his entire closet including shiny embroidered pants (don't even ask me, I didnt do the choosing), and leatherite jacket with machchin cap. I have been asked to pack pahty shuz and running shuz and the most essential of all, the sandals for beachwear be damned. We have also thrown into said bag for good measure, doodlepro board in case the artistic urge overtakes us, and infinite Uno cards which will undoubtedly return as a much diminished pack.
Therefore, we will be on a leave of absence for four days. Bear with us. Transmission will resume Tuesday. Updates on events du jour from Fort Aguada will be posted via the servile phone whenever time, exhaustion and irritation with spouse and child permits. Mamma requests all to chuck in a quick prayer to the Gods above that we dont tour neighbouring states before landing up at our destination this time round.