Time is slipping by and I am starting to get nervous about my prospective trip to the European continent. I have booked everything I need online and I only hope all the pieces, car hire, accommodation etc, fit when the jigsaw is put together. It should be fine. Plenty of other people do it every year, every day in fact and navigate their way through countries that speak a language different to their own and get through in one piece. I am sure Linda and I, as intelligent as we are, can do likewise. Booking online seems to be very efficient in anycase. I hope it so for us. Linda reckons that no matter what happens, even if things fail to go to plan, it will all be an adventure. I hope she still thinks that way if things go wrong!
As the sand runs out of the hour glass and time of departure looms ever larger, my mind is racing as I try to finalise every last detail of the trip, the things I need to do before I go and the tasks that need to be performed by my back up team at home while we are away. And of course, as a result, I am finding myself in a procrastinating fluster. No doubt it will shake out in the end.
We have an apartment in London, right behind the Tower which should be a very good starting point for the trip. We are prepared to walk until we can walk no more but I have taken the precaution of acquiring two “Oyster” cards which give us cut price transport on buses, the Tube etcetera, just in case we get tired of strolling about. We are there for a week before taking off on our Trafalgar Tour through mainland Europe, a swing which encompasses Holland, Belgium, Germany, Austria, Italy, Switzerland and France. Jumping off in Paris we will stay in our own apartment near the Seine for four days before driving north through the heart of the World War One battlefields where we will pay a visit to the gallant fallen Australians of that war before departing, like King Henry the Fifth, from Calais, arriving at Dover from where we will spend ten days touring the United Kingdom, culminating in Edinburgh and a train ride back to London. Then home which we will be no doubt eager to see by then.
Only then will I face the reality of the continuation of a left wing government or the ascendency of the conservative right party, an option I don’t look forward to given my working class background. No matter. I will survive.
And now I will do so more contemplation and procrastination about what lays before me and what I need to do about it and bore you good people no more. Have fun and take some time to enjoy the day for once it is gone it will never be back.
Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 