Last Christmas, Mirinda & I were in different Australian states, missing each other. It was the first Christmas we had spent apart in 19 years of marriage. While it was great to spend it with our families, we both missed each other a lot. What made it worse was that we’d planned to go away, just the two of us, to somewhere on the continent.
Of course, all our plans were quickly altered with Claire and dad in hospital and Mirinda was in Sydney while I sweltered on Kawana Island.
Well, we were discussing what we’d like to do this Christmas today and, before we knew it, we’d booked the dogs into the kennel, booked flights and a hotel, and booked airport transfers. It didn’t take very long and, seemingly on a whim, we are now going to Prague for Christmas.
We are now getting quite excited about it. I need to remember to get the Rough Guide tomorrow.
Mirinda went looking for a seamstress today. Rather than stand around looking like a one-armed moron, I went for a wander through the churchyard on my way to Starbucks. As you can see, the sky was very blue.