It's not long before I lift my feet off the desk and climb onboard an aircraft bound for San Francisco. All the pieces are bought and all the bits now together in the house. Just need to pack, check, double check, triple check ... and go.
Last Saturday, really enjoyed the lunch at the Red Lion (in Knapton - NOT Poppleton Mr Taxi driver please! - I'll say more on that later) and after a good meal and bit of banter a birthday cake was brought out, rather unexpectedly, with a printed photo of me, maybe as a 3 or 4 year old sat in a deck chair at Scarborough. There was a moment when all I wanted to do was to 'let it all out' cos for sure I'm feeling a bit tight wrapped at the moment. But I held on... the food was finished, the sisters enjoyed the day too - it has been such a long time...
And now I have 3/4 of a birthday cake at home. Oh well, OK, if I must - chomp!
Then out for beers again on Saturday evening. Met with our kid for robust debate, arguement, disagreement, put the World to rights kinda stuff but did not stay in town due to the crowds post the famous York horse swimming trials on the Knavesmire (the races really - was a lake 2 weeks ago so very very soft going I guess). Got to bed about 1am, got up with a headache, had some brekkie and then back out again for Sunday lunch and more beers with John, Fiona, Brian, Brenda, Gary. I am as straight as a die and not into leathers on a Harley but thanks Brian, when I said I was out with the sisters I meant my mothers daughters. Fnarr Fnarr again eh :-). And then met our kid again later that evening on my way home for one more beer; he was on his way out withe Elaine for a meal with Stella, Mary and David post their last day at work (Multiyork furniture now closed).
I was by now very tired... I'm am built for but just cannot drink beers on successive days. And back to work into a busy week this week...
The last supper is planned at the Ryther Arms steakhouse this Friday. And no our kid this is not a farewell session to break bread and drink wine - I do plan to come home. I'm not about to disappear off the face of the planet so stop worrying! And I trust that you have sorted a minibus to get the 9 of us to the Ryther - not really looking forward to garden chairs nailed commando style (along the walls) in the back of your box van Mr white van man please Sir...
So so nearly there. I feel that I will collapse into the holiday. I could have booked a swanky beach holiday at a very very nice place for 3 weeks at half the cost but NO, sailing and biking is my bag and in my blood so that is what it will be.
Maps are now off the wall and tucked under my arm
Almost time to 'chill' Baby!
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