For those of you wondering whatever happened to my proposed visit to Cambodia, it looks like we're trying to wriggle our way out of it. Despite the fact the dates have fallen back slightly, we (as a company) are using the recession excuse to avoid attending. A load of old tosh (as we have funding secured through until 2015) but it will be a waste of time, hence the decision. Personally though, I'm quite disappointed as (despite my unnaturally morbid fear of flying) this excursion to visit an entirely new culture would have fascinated me.
Yes, I am aware on such a trip I would likely only see the inside of an airport and hotel, but the idea itself is exhilarating.
I've still had no word back from the garage as to the condition of my dying car, despite having called a couple if times. They are rather a shambles there. However, I have already accepted the undeniable passing of the rusting beast, and the inevitability of public transport for the foreseeable future. I'm weeping as I write this!
With this, I've had to cancel my games of football tonight, one being Dad's 60th "footy extravaganza" unfortunately. Strangely though, with my decision being forced by lack of transport it has simplified matters somewhat, as it allows Carole to go to a work do with BGG (she'll understand the initials) without having to adversely affect Luca's sleeping time.
As such, my evening will involve getting Luca down before settling down to watch "Red Nose Day" on TV all night. Riveting...
Tomorrow will be a little better. I'll take Luca swimming again, and then we'll visit the bi-monthly farmers market in our area. I can see the phrase "want it" occurring at regular intervals...
Afterwards I'll get Luca home and down for his nap before the Liverpool - Manchester United game starts. It's possibly the most important game of the season, and promises to be unmissable. Which means it'll likely be dreadful.
On Sunday Luca and I are coming through for Dad's (belated) 60th golf day. It promises to be an interesting experience as I'm considering taking us through by bus. Although circumstances have dictated as such, there are always other options. However, as Luca has never been on a bus (despite his undoubted fascination with such phallic symbols of poverty) this most certainly seems like the perfect time.
Please wish me luck...And finally, Ross has taken a very active interest in my transport issues. In fact, he's been scouring the web, without prompting or encouragement I must add, for a car for me. His search has led him primarily to a Subaru Forester in Peterhead. He emailed me a little earlier to ask if I wanted to go and see it tomorrow. As I'm not in a position to do as such I declined, yet he is still going up. On my behalf? Nope, his search has whetted his interest to such an extent he now fancies this enormous estate for himself! My sincerest apologies to Mum and Dad!
**Useless fact of the day - Apparently, it is 7.5 times safer to travel by bus than car**
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