I can’t believe I’m flying back to the UK on Friday night. I’ve only just got over my jetlag from my last trip. This is with the children though, so we’re basing ourselves in Kent at my parents and then we have a nightmare itinerary of visiting. So far it looks like this:
2 days in Kent
1 day in South Bucks
3 days in France
3 days in Kent/London
3 days in North Bucks
3 days in South Bucks
2 days in Kent
2 days in South Bucks
Oh my goodness, and oh my goodness. Not exactly a relaxing schedule, is it? I shall need a holiday when I get back.
Before my trip to the UK in June I had lots of health claims to process (piles of forms to fill in and reclaim the money from any doctors visits we’d done in Bangkok) and being the responsible type I let it pile up until it had grown into a grotesque stack. I did the sensible thing and continued to ignore it until I was actually flying, and then I put them all in my suitcase, promising to do the job in the UK and post them all off from there. Much safer, I decided.
I bet it doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone that I repacked after my lovely week in the UK, (into a new suitcase remember) and I hadn’t touched the intimidating pile of forms, so I brought them all back to Bangkok again.
So yesterday, much against my desires, I did the whole lot. Oh my god, I really wanted to launch myself out the window. But now it’s done.
And really, the only thing I’ve got to do now (apart from my website report, which is … uhm, a bit like not being able to answer the exam question, and having to make it all up) I’ve got to do my plotting chart with all the post it notes.
No more excuses.
Gotta get on with it.
Gonna go and do it … now.