Revolutionary Rants

So, the packing has begun, slowly but in earnest. The excitement grows, daily. In one weeks time I expect to be, at around this time, sitting in departures (if it is called that with a train?) awaiting our Eurostar to Gard du Nord. We are wondering how the new St Pancras side of things will go, as we always liked the old Waterloo, with its Costa Coffee attached. Hopefully there will be caffinious beverages available in the new ‘terminal’, too.

Mr C returned from London yesterday. He went up on Tuesday and spent the night before doing stuff with servers somewhere in Canary Wharf. It all went well and he and his colleague were pleased. Happily I had forgotten it was St George’s Day yesterday (I have been on the tube twice during old style IRA type bomb scares and one involved a lot of running up the platform at Liverpool Street on St George’s Day in around 1995 or ‘96) so I didn’t spend the day worrying about Chicken being exploded or anything.

It has been on and off rain and sun shine the last couple of days. Tuesday was lovely, and Dad and I planted two rows of gladioli in the evening after work. Ferris did some digging of his own, finding an ants nest before moving on to a little light weeding and chewing of row markers. Yesterday was nice but with a cool wind, still I have been able to crack out my chunky sandals for the first time in ‘08 so that is good. Now they shall be packed, also.

I am now permanent at work, which is good.

The London elections loom, on the day we’ll be leaving the capital to go to France, of course. Luckily we have a telly in the hotel this time (we are saving the Esmeralda for ’special occasions’ and we wanted wi-fi this time as well as I spent quite a lot of our honeymoon wondering if Blair had gone, so much so that we ended up on the Champs Elysée on a bench scouring the BBC site…)