Thursday, 23 August 2012
If I were a White Rabbit then I'm sure that one of you out there could be the King and tell me to start at the beginning until I get to the end when I should stop. The problem is that there is no beginning in terms of things done nor a time when I started them. In short life has been somewhere between panicky pandemonium and complete mental mayhem over the last few days. That's not to say that there haven't been oases of calm: coffee and time with Gaz (on the face of it one of the calmest, most laid back people I know), Woodlands lunch with Pat, coffees with friends and neighbours. In fact taking stock like that makes me wonder how I found time to panic and do everything that needed doing before I go away for the best part of 5 weeks to Italy via all points South in the trusty Nighthawk.
Of course much of it was of my own making. I hadn't arranged my flights back to NZ, I hadn't arranged European breakdown cover and I hadn't got my travel insurance. Sometimes in the past I've dispensed with all of those if I've just been going to France but Italy by car is a tad further than my usual trips.
So in an hour from typing this paragraph I shall be on the road to Bishopbriggs via Skye and the A82 West Coast route down Loch Lomond.
Hopefully I'll manage a few blogs over the weekend and I'm fully intending to blog about the journey, France, Switzerland and Italy.
I can hear the sympathy oozing out of you for how tired I'll be with all that driving. Yeah right. Well it's a hard life but somebody has to do it.
Oh and by the way. I have now booked my flights for New Zealand. That's another story and another post.
Bye for now.