The fear monster
28 April 2008 @ 9:22
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Two days to go. Rather over excited, as per usual. Well, excited doesn’t really cover it. My usual travel panic has set in, fears of forgetting things like passports or tickets or what not. My fear is about control, apparently. By fearing I control my feelings over the situation. I’d rather go without the control and be without the fear, too, but I am not built that why I suppose. We are now dithering about Versailles and whether we’ll go to look at the gardens alone or the Palace, or whether we’ll see the Palace next time with museum passes (in mine and Mum’s cases). More fear. Kill me now… We have a 90 min canal walk to do, Montmartre to visit, possibly the sewers museum and plenty of good food to eat, of course. Maceo on Saturday night, our favourite restaurant. Just wish we could take Ferris! He’ll be with Mum and Dad, though, so safe and sound and happy. The weekend was nice. Went to get a ‘freecycle’ modem in Braunton on Saturday and then took Buelley to Braunton Burrows, which was lovely. It is where the army trains and we found lots of spent bullets for my nephew and climbed up a steep bank of sands and sat on the dunes looking out over Saunton drinking a shared tin of Dr Pepper zero. Smashing. Then Dr Who (very boring, in my view) and Wexford before sleep. Yesterday we had haircuts, discussed the family holiday to Brittany and walked the dog round the village. And I packed, too. Yesterday evening I saw Miss Austen Regrets which was very slow and somewhat pointless, couldn’t even be saved by the usually great Olivia Williams. Neither of us could sleep until 2:00am. Excitement? Fear? Who knows… |
