Over two hours later, we had finally settled on a cottage in Staffordshire, which can only be rented from Monday to Monday. As we were attempting to book the cottage, I tried to calculate what day we'd have to fly in to London in order to recover from jet lag enough to get a train to Birmingham where we'd pick up the rental car and drive to the cottage. All of this depended, of course, on which flight we chose --do we fly during the day or overnight?
We were booking the cottage on Rob's laptop, and we got all the way to the page where you paid, and the site wouldn't finish the payment for the reservation. It just got stuck. At the same time I was trying to book our flight, which seemed like a great deal until I went to choose seats and found that we wouldn't be able to sit together --not even two of us (not acceptable when flying with a minor).
Luckily, at that moment, Rob opened a new browser tab and, just as I said "will you google Rockford and travel agents?" his fingers were already tapping away with the same query in the search bar.
We sat back, totally stressed, anxious, and overwhelmed from our experience. We both laughed and said "let's have someone else figure this out." Now that is a good partnership.
Last night I dreamed that I had cancer. Some doctor was describing it to Rob, very dispassionately, and it was a really bad cancer, near my brain. I looked in the mirror, and saw myself, and I'd lost all my hair already. I woke up so incredibly sad --and then I was so incredibly grateful that it wasn't true. I think my subconscious was trying to tell me that a vacation to Britain isn't actually the worst thing that could happen to a person. But boy, for a couple of hours yesterday evening it sure felt that way.
So, we'll be seeing a travel agent Friday, and dump the whole complex thing in her/his hands. Thank god.
In the meantime, around here, this bloomed:
I didn't even know that hens & chick had flowers, so it was a nice surprise. I ordered and planted these this winter, and they've settled right in, in a south-facing window.
|(Just ignore that ugly grill outside the window.)|