My mum rang last night.
She always manages to ring in the final 15mins of whatever I’m doing. It’s a bizarre talent or some sort of weird psychic thing. If I’m watching a movie, she’ll ring 15min before the end – right when it’s heading for the climax. If I’m cooking dinner she’ll ring at the crucial moment when it could all go horribly wrong. If I’m playing a game, it’ll be right when there’s 20 things attacking me.
Anyway – 4 weeks to go, and they’re getting excited. She was reading me a list of places she wants to go: Bath & the Jane Austen Tour, Stratford, Oxford, Edinburgh, Hull, York, Portsmouth, … Hang on. Hull?? Apparently her father was born there. Oh. There you go.
They’ve bought waterproof coats, new luggage, good walking shoes etc. But being the simple country folk that they are (their driveway is about a kilometer long and you can turn 360degrees in their front yard and only see one other house – and that’s only got people in it half the time!) Mum’s thinking that they’re going to be intimidated by London. Hehe.. But what she doesn’t realise is that their stopover in Bangkok will be much more intimidating :)
I’ve got to go & buy a bed on the weekend so they’ve somewhere to sleep. I’m also planning on heading to Portsmouth on the weekend & check out the Victory. I’ve got a tall ship fetish at the moment.
Today is a good day. And I’m going to try & keep it a good day.