Rain

I don’t do waiting. For trains. For appointments. For it to be time to go. I don’t like it. “Are we nearly there yet” was as likely to be my whine and not the children in earlier times. So with a packed case , cats tucked up in the cattery, and a neatly organised travel file I am waiting. At Jane & Ray’s. For it to be 5.30 and time to go.

And it’s raining. Big fat rain. I imagined Jane & I would have a liesurely walk across the heath. But no. I must be patient. I can’t concentrate on my book. I don’t follow the golf. So here I am adding nonsense to my blog. 

This time tomorrow (in the words of the song) I shall be somewhere over Eastern Europe. I’m ill prepared for Perth. My usually thorough research has fallen short this time, of the standard I expect of myself.  I have liberated some pages from an old Lonely Planet guide book which I shall study on the flight. And make a plan for my few days of solitude before ” the young ones” arrive to join me. I shall report. 

The news of another lost airliner was unsettling but thousands fly every day so I am hopeful that my number isn’t yet up. I’m experiencing a Yotel pod tonight for the first time. I shall report! so my lovelies. See you on the other side.