Carcassonne 11/01/2011
We've been playing a waiting game of late, 'will they won't they' ?, 'what if' ? These are the joys of having your property up for sale. It's unnatural to have your sofa permanently plumped, candles with unburned wicks, no less than six pillows all strategically placed on every bed and no items of clothing strewn on the floor. Yesterday we decided to award ourselves a holiday so we went for indulgence in a big way.
Today its torrential rain accompanied by a cold wind. No-one is answering their phone which strikes me sometimes as rather odd considering everyone seems to have a mobile constantly pressed to their ear. I thought that was the point of a mobile phone, to make you more accessible ? the point of the e mail is so you can give a prompt response to business enquiries surely ? Apparently not. Weird and illogical to my mind.
And so we continue to hover in no-mans land placed in the hands of fate, open and vulnerable to the whims of others.
Which of course makes our enforced holiday yesterday all the more special and rewarding and today less frustrating.
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PS Monsieur Mystère says "prrt".
It's hateful to be in limbo, but it will be over soon and you'll be off on another wonderful adventure - I just know it!