The great city of Coventry is surrounded by Mist this morning.I climb out of my bed somewhat wearily, feel the cold kitchen tiles on my feet as I prep my first coffee of the day, and wish everyone a happy one as they dash out the door.
Emma announced to the world her thoughts on emigrating to America on 'Facebook', I hope to god shes not serious?, while Max passed a first stage of a licensee exam the other day, which is good for him. In the meantime Harry showed me his pad in Thailand on line last Sunday, looked fabulous; and I would quite fancy the idea of a week or so over there this summer, but not very likely?, is it?...
He would really have to invite me, as I would not want to be a heel.
So what to do, if my Katie does pop over to New Zealand I certainly don't want to twiddle my thumbs for two weeks in the middle of summer, so may co ordinate with Emma, or Harry or even shoot off somewhere with Max?. There's always Estonia, the land of my forefathers, also a lot closer. So off to work to contemplate these challenges, while doing everything possible to avoid the 'Phantom Raspberry Blower of old London Town'.
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