Odds are when you read this I will be doing one of the following, or several, or none:
- Dead in an airplane disaster.
- Lying at the bottom of the Thames, a victim of random violence and thuggery.
- Wandering around the London subway system and minding the gap.
- In a high state of anxiety as I meet “new” people from my company and my client portfolio.
- Exhausting my credit card at a Hatchards in London.
- Sitting in my hotel room Tower Hill, congratulating myself on having control of the remote and doing star angel shapes on the hotel bed.
- Crying on the phone to Kennith, because I miss my bed/Isabelle/lavendar/bottle of Chenin Blanc and I am unable to find a substitute in London for any of them.
- Trying to mentally work out the exchange rate between rands and pounds and whether I could buy that piece of “totally awesome” at suckuk.
- Wandering around Walmart for several hours and wondering how I could possibly need so much crap, but convince myself it is a necessity.
- It’s a work trip, so I will attempt to be professional, and smile, wave and nod at all the right intervals.
- All else fails I will be dropping my daily allowance at a neighbourhood wine bar.
Work trip was sprung on to me with very short notice.
Then I had to get a visa.
Do you know a UK Visa (for 2 years, multi-entry) cost just short on R4 000.00 – yikes. They must really not want us in their country.
I am travelling sans kids, sans Kennith and am totally reliant on my wits and common sense.
Hhhhmmmmmmm …..I get lost at Century City, so this might not bode well.