It was a rainy Sunday afternoon...

[byslantedlight]

...and how is it that I can't make a single weekend plan and have it stick? Work was flummoxed yesterday morning when the server went down, chores in town were flummoxed by laziness and a desire to finish The Kashmir Shawl, I've not yet preserved a single lemon, and then everything I was going to do to catch up this morning was flummoxed when what would normally have been an hour's chat with my mum on the phone turned into three and a quarter hours!

During the course of that three and a quarter hours, as well as wandering through mum and dad's old photos (her via photo albums, me via folders with scans of the photos made by my sister in no apparent order and with no regard for chronology/any writing on the back) and just being interested, I glanced at some old family tree notes from over a dozen years ago and saw that a third cousin of mine married into the van Niekirk family... (she later divorced him... *g*)

On top of all that, I've barely set foot out of the house all weekend, and having decided that I must get some exercise today, every time I look out the window it's raining...

Can I be here now, please?


Oh, or failing that - where shall I go for a brief but sunnily exotic break in March? Which is, after all, why I've kept on with more than just my boring day job... Where, where where? Where would you go? Where shall I go? I need to make actual plans so that I go somewhere! Thoughts? Recommendations? *g*

Comments

[miwahni.livejournal.com]

An assassin in the family! We'll be a lot nicer to you from now on *g*

For a mini break that doesn't involve flying, how about Aberystwyth?

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Yes! Your icon! *g*

I sooooo need a holiday that involves flying... *g*

But I am intrigued - what's your connection to Aberystwyth?

[miwahni.livejournal.com]

No real connection, just very fond memories of a picturesque seaside town. This was the first place where I watched an episode of Dr Who on British soil; where my GPS started reading street names out in Welsh which was no help to me at all; where we stayed in a B&B where the fire escape was through our room; where we were given a lavish menu for dinner only to find everything but eggs were off so settled for omelette and a light salad; where the street sweepers got started at 7am on a Sunday RIGHT outside our room... at the very least you'd have a tale to tell afterwards.

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Hee - I'm not entirely sure a 7am wake up call from the road sweepers is what I'm after... *g*

But yeay for fond memories of seaside towns! Actually a seaside town does sound rather nice, too... *g*