The day before we leave, Olive was burning up with a fever, the washing machine was leaking generous amounts of water onto the kitchen floor (give me back my £91.88, Mr Plumberman!), and I seemed to have pulled something in my bum. I was on the phone with Suz and I said, “It’s FINE,” and she said, “Say it again lah!” so I did: “It’s FINE.”
The bags are packed, I think, now, almost. The housesitter comes in minutes for the handover of keys. We will have roast chicken and zucchini sandwiches for the train, and a selection of Fortnum & Mason chocolates (reduced twelve pounds to three) for afterwards. We will have the Observer special edition food magazine. This time tomorrow I will be on the Brittany coast, which will probably be, I imagine, pretty fine.
The bags are packed, I think, now, almost. The housesitter comes in minutes for the handover of keys. We will have roast chicken and zucchini sandwiches for the train, and a selection of Fortnum & Mason chocolates (reduced twelve pounds to three) for afterwards. We will have the Observer special edition food magazine. This time tomorrow I will be on the Brittany coast, which will probably be, I imagine, pretty fine.
posted by stellou at 12:33 PM
2 Comments:
You've quit your job! How i wish i had the courage to do that and holiday by the coast for a month you lucky lucky person! Well, I hope you have a wonderful time, I on the other hand will be honeymooning in Africa come September! Yayyyyy!!
Andrea > Eh, courage meh? Just wait I get back to London at the end of the month and, unemployed, will have to drown my sorrow and failure in booze. Which booze will it be for the girl who turns rosy-cheeked after a glass of wine?
Happy honeymoon to you! Is it safari honeymoon? Why you so adventurous? I tell you, wild tigers spare no teeth for happy honeymooners!
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