Tuesday, May 22, 2007
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go.
However I'm not standing here outside your door. Luckily for you.
I am about to head off to France, via Vauxhall. I have overpacked, as usual, and have a jumbo bag that is almost 2/3s full. That's for five days. Still as I've said before I operate on the better to take it with you and regret it. Having a wheely suitcase helps, if I was schlepping it manually I'd be thinking twice about the dozen tops I have. Or not. Taxi anyone.
I've been off work a grand total of four days and it already feels like a week. A week being 7 days. Devon was delightful, I do like a train journey and the trip to Barnstaple was particularly pleasant and despite being outrageously tired - four hours sleep not my minimum, I stayed awake and genuinely had a most relaxing time reading the paper from cover to cover, eating lots of lovely fruit and other healthy breakfast type things and occasionally glancing out the window to admire the lush rolling hills.
One of the things I most enjoy about travelling is listening to other travellers, not talking to them, just listening to them. I am as guilty as the next person for being indiscreet in my conversation in a public place when you think no one knows you and it's true it's unlikely anyone knows you but for a discerning eavesdropper you can learn a lot about a person - or rather a couple as you need two for a conversation. This does of course apply for the un-necessarily loud person on the mobile phone. There was a young lady who is clearly of high morals and much virtue who systematically rang each of her friends to talk of her good deeds and how worthwhile her job was. After the fifth person the sincerity of this was a little diluted.
I shall therefore on the plane to Toulouse tomorrow morning ensure that our conversation is worthy of listening to, which of course will require me fictionalising it all.
Au revoir.
I am about to head off to France, via Vauxhall. I have overpacked, as usual, and have a jumbo bag that is almost 2/3s full. That's for five days. Still as I've said before I operate on the better to take it with you and regret it. Having a wheely suitcase helps, if I was schlepping it manually I'd be thinking twice about the dozen tops I have. Or not. Taxi anyone.
I've been off work a grand total of four days and it already feels like a week. A week being 7 days. Devon was delightful, I do like a train journey and the trip to Barnstaple was particularly pleasant and despite being outrageously tired - four hours sleep not my minimum, I stayed awake and genuinely had a most relaxing time reading the paper from cover to cover, eating lots of lovely fruit and other healthy breakfast type things and occasionally glancing out the window to admire the lush rolling hills.
One of the things I most enjoy about travelling is listening to other travellers, not talking to them, just listening to them. I am as guilty as the next person for being indiscreet in my conversation in a public place when you think no one knows you and it's true it's unlikely anyone knows you but for a discerning eavesdropper you can learn a lot about a person - or rather a couple as you need two for a conversation. This does of course apply for the un-necessarily loud person on the mobile phone. There was a young lady who is clearly of high morals and much virtue who systematically rang each of her friends to talk of her good deeds and how worthwhile her job was. After the fifth person the sincerity of this was a little diluted.
I shall therefore on the plane to Toulouse tomorrow morning ensure that our conversation is worthy of listening to, which of course will require me fictionalising it all.
Au revoir.
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