dimanche 9 mars 2008

King of the road

Phew. Have just got back from the airport, having deposited two old ladies and seen them through the beeping machine. God knows if they'll find the plane, but I certainly hope so. My life is my own once more.

So now I get to start thinking about preparing for a rather scary couple of weeks of traveling.

Tonight I'm off to Geneva, then Amsterdam, Brussels, Den Haag, Amsterdam, Birmingham, Manchester, Paris and home Saturday evening. It's a bit of a ridiculous schedule, to be honest, but it's sometimes much easier to do it all at once. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. And there is the promise of some lekker and large entertainment along the way to look forward to....

Anyway, I need a cunning plan. A plan that keeps me out of the UK, but cuts down the amount of traveling I do. I love the traveling in many ways, but sometimes I want a life, not a life on the run.

And the plan is no longer to marry the Swedish dentist and become an Uppsala housewife. That plan was very 2005, and it didn't work out (much to my disappointment - I'd already picked out a very lovely housecoat).

So, for the time being, life continues.

While everyone else is happily watching Antiques Roadshow and tucking into a plate of Mr Kiplings fancies, I'm going to be driving over the mountains, heading for a week of mithering continental sorts.

Cunning plan, anyone?

3 commentaires:

aims a dit…

Apparently the old ladies didn't kill themselves on the floor which is probably for the best....

As for Amsterdam - have I heard stories!! (and of course I'm jealous)

travelling, but not in love a dit…

No death by dangerous parquet this time round. Which is lucky (or not, depending on which side of the will one finds oneself...ha ha).

And Amsterdam - well there are many stories to be told about that place. And I have a few of my own to add, as you'd imagine/expect!

Anonyme a dit…

Do you get weary of travelling so much -and apparently it plays havoc wit hyour skin ,so keep it moistured up