No, I am not a good flyer but I am an awesome traveller. Clare's surprised at the lightness of my backpack.
However, once the light goes ping and I can move around the cabin I relinquish my control freak urges and relax but until then, the heart palpitates and the nerves frey. Today I've been a complete neuropuss. Combine that with an inability to smoke, tiny seats, alcohol only served with meals and the possibility of sitting next to the Christian Biker from Hell (oh yes that happened) and I'm a possible mess but it will be worth it.
For decades, I've wanted to visit Paris. Not sure why but on various trips to Europe Paris has eluded me so this time, my glorious first born is taking me there for a week, then down to Bordeaux to stay with a gorgeous man she went to school with followed by a week of not sure where, then a week in Tuscany with a backpack and a shared bathroom. I'm looking forward to it. Really I am.
Not sure about the posting situation, we're not taking a laptop but I'm sure I'll sate my addiction in some internet cafe at some point.
Thank you Adam and Amy for housesitting, snugglebug my Lily for me and feed old Laurie. Don't demolish the house.
As for the rest of you . . be good to each other. Miss me a little. Jeff, remember to vote for me on 10thDoM and well, if I crash and burn I'd like these for funeral songs. BYO lighters and crank it bitches.