I chatted to my lovely friend Alison last night. A phone call, she’s in France, so merely shouting was out of the question. It was really strange, we were talking about the national music day in France that falls this week, the town fete this coming weekend. All normal chat, for last two years I’ve been there for that fete, felt it was part of my summer.
“Won’t see you this weekend” she said, “Doesn’t seem right”. No it doesn’t, I shall raise a glass of rose to you this weekend and imagine I am there.
Idgy will be jetting off to Singapore with her Dad in July, different holidays, different lives. I will be hoping for fabulous weather here in Scotland and will do some serious chill out time in the garden. And oh yes, I will of course be pounding the roads running and getting fit! Hmmm can we detect a certain lack of enthusiasm for the latter, novelty wearing off here.
Anyway, back to the chat – the weather is gorgeous, all friends alive and well, everything hunky dory.
I am envious, I wish I was there.
I’ll go over in August I think, something lovely and exciting further on in the summer. Toss things around, try something different – instead of the early summer, let’s go for the latter part.