Oscar Wilde once famously declared
that work is the curse of the drinking class. How true that is during the
festive season! A time when
overindulgence is par for the course and work interferes in having a good time.
For the first time in my working
career, I will be working over Christmas, only pausing for breath on the public
holidays. So with this restriction in mind, I thought it a good idea to have 15
people over for a Christmas dinner party, have all the Christmas shopping done by the
first week in December, meet incredibly ridiculous timelines at work, and
launch the family into another jet-setting holiday.
Yes, that is right. Twelve months ago, as this blog will
attest, we embarked on our European adventure with a travelling toddler in
tow. I once famously declared that
I was an experienced single traveller, yet an apprentice baby traveller. You would have thought that I would have
learnt my lesson. This time round though, I am feeling far more confident,
perhaps too much so…or is it just a case of I haven’t had time to think about
it!
In less than two weeks, our little
family will be getting on another plane and heading off into the sunset. And…I have planned nothing!
Things are a little different for
this trip though. The short one is
over that magic age of two years, entitling her to her own seat and ensuring
more revenue for strike-plagued QANTAS; we are only flying for 2 ½ hours as
opposed to 22 ½ hours; we won’t be encountering language difficulties; we will
be using the same currency; and we have built in babysitters at the other end.
So…I think I deserve to be somewhat
complacent…now where did I put that child?
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