If you have keen eyesight you will notice something of great import in this photo – the time. See that little wall click in the background above the pink lunch bag, well it says 3.15. Yes, 3.15 dear reader in the bloody morning!
Oh yes, today is the Big Day. My girl is off on the school trip to France for a week of water sports and general mayhem. Is she excited? Er yes, maybe just a tad. We have been having a count down to this date for the past three months, and for all of this week the cont down has turned to hours. Do you know how damn boring it gets to be told “only 11 hours to go, whoopeee!”, “Only 10 and a half hours to go, whoopee!”, really it gets a tad wearing when you are not the person going.
So 3am found us up and about and doing the last minute all-important preparations – the packed food for the ever so long bus journey. Let me just assure you, there will be no starving kiddies on this bus, oh no, there are enough calories in their food bags to keep the average third world country going for at least a decade if not two.
“I’m going to miss you SO much” she croons, I look up from clutching my mug of tea at the table thinking how lovely, how touching that I am so much in her thoughts. Alas she is talking to Minou. Oh well good to know someone round here is popular.
I will miss her like mad this week, I already do and it’s only 9am. The bus left at 4.15am, where will she be now?
Darling Idgy enjoy France and have a ball.