Go on, guess where I'm off to tomorrow. Long standing readers will know the significance of the French cup. Yes ladies, I'm off to France tomorrow morning for 10 days. Can't wait, very excited. In fact just a tad Tiggerish!
I'm not taking the laptop this time but I will of course be armed with the camera and will snap away wildly and inflict days and days of French photos and stories on you when I get home on the 10th May.
I'm looking forward to catching up with old friends and meeting the new.
Looking forward to enjoying the food and wine.
And the good coffee at sidewalk cafes.
And maybe even a cake or two.
And a vide grenier to search for some gorgeous goodies.
Yes, I am looking forward to a wee trip to France. Just me heading off, break time, time to recharge the batteries and get my France fix.
Today is the usual last minute panic, can I cram 10 days stuff into a carry-on bag (you betcha!), have I done everything and sent out all relevant emails etc before I go, and have I got everything organised for work when I get back.
Will of course have time to watch the Royal Wedding and be gripped by the Great British feaver of excitement that is today. Will raise a glass in the afternoon to the happy couple and wish them well.
But this morning I have to do something sad and heartbreaking, I have to help a friend say goodbye to her beloved old pony. Hold him for those last precious moments of life. I've had to do this with my own horses over the years and its hell to hold your old friend at the end. This way she will be spared that moment but know he is with a pal.
This is a strange day. It will be remembered for different reasons. Anticipation, love and sadness.
Have a great day wherever you are. see you when I get home.