I'm making a list!
" Things to do next week"
I've already written fifteen entries on it as I try to dry off after being caught in a rainstorm with the dogs.
Mary as you can see is steaming nicely in the sunny window
From Friday The Prof will be sailing around the slightly stormy waters of Croatia and I shall be at home.
Now before you all reach for your comment boxes to complain of his selfishness, The Prof wanted
me to go along on this mini adventure in a thirty foot catamaran with all mod cons! But I said no! An
emphatic and resounding NO!
I don't DO sailing! I don't DO boats smaller than the HMS QUEEN MARY and I DON'T DO adventure holidays.
Water.....deep water scares me!
Now if you want to comment about what I am missing by staying home, don't bother!
Being on a small boat in the open sea with a group of sailors is not my thing plain and simple.
Now I am glad that The Prof is going and as I told Mrs Trellis this morning -The break from email and academia will do him the world of good.
I suspect that Mrs Trellis thought I was a tad disloyal not going, that was until I told her that I was 42 years old before I could just about swim a width of a swimming pool without sinking
" what shall you do with yourself?" she asked somewhat incredulously
I told her that I would find a few things to do
I shall miss him but as my list will testify to, I shall not be bored!
I have planned to see a few foreign movies at Theatre Clwyd and at the Storyhouse in Chester. I have the Flower Show review meeting to sort, a crochet class to attend ( don't laugh) Friends to have lunch with as well as my work leaving bash to go to!
I have a Samaritans shift, workmen to supervise who will give me some quotes on bits and bats and James, a very helpful kitchen designer from Ikea, will be popping in on Wednesday to discuss whether my fantasy kitchen can become a reality. He is bringing his junior colleague Debbie with him and both have been warned that Winnie will be expecting multiple kisses and a fuss!
She does so love visitors!
Luxury catamarans? Who needs em?