Quietly optimistic

Oooh, I have to report … tentatively … that I am rather excited about my story.

I feel a tiny little bit of faith appearing. I noticed it when I responded to yesterday’s comments and I reported here that I didn’t yet have it for writing yet.

But well … I am enjoying myself; I’m feeling my characters.

OMG.

Exciting

I can hardly contain myself for excitement about next week's trip to the UK.

This is desperately exciting, because (in no particular order)

1. I will see my best friends (two big and two small).
2. I will meet some blogfriends!
3. I am going to a book launch - how glam am I?
4. I get to go to Primark, Marks and Spencers, Gap etc.
5. I will see my sister and my nieces.
6. I will see my Mum and Dad (and have a roast, hopefully. Lamb please Dad.)
7. I will buy a breadmaker to return to Bangkok with (Hurrah, normal bread is coming).
8. I will do things all on my own. I have been a mummy for so many years I cannot remember what it is to live for a whole week doing just what I want to do.
9. I get to buy Soft and Gentle deoderant, Resolve, Rennies, Migraleve, Teabags, Options Choc powder, Tampax (shhh, don't shout about it) and bring them all back to Bangkok.
10. I will go to an English bookshop, oooooooooh.

The only thing I am worrying about is what to wear on my feet. Because

1. I still have a painful foot where the hole has filled in.
2. I have lived for two years in sandals and flip flops and can't remember wearing shoes that cover my feet.
3. I realise that flip flops are worn in the UK, but what if it's raining or cold?

Oh my goodness, I'm beyond excited.