Finally... it's holiday eve

This time tomorrow we’ll be in Paris!

I can say that now because Philippa is asleep, and I’m going to make damn sure tomorrow that she doesn’t use a computer, mobile or iPhone until we’re on our way to the airport, so it’s not going to ruin the surprise. And having typed it, it feels like a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The genie is out of the bottle, the cat is out of the bag, and any other appropriate phrases you may wish to consider. I’m even relaxed about it all now! I think I’ve spent so much time worrying about it and double-checking and fretting that I’ve just maxed out on stress and broken through it all and found a strange new position of emotional calm. It got to the point where I just couldn’t be bothered to be bothered about it anymore, and that’s led me to a place beyond the anxiety, to a place of belated excitement.

Valentine’s Day in Paris?
Yes you’re right - as an expression of my love it is exceedingly romantic.
And expensive.
Very, very expensive.

RC 10-2-12