So much for the big plan. My first weekend getaway to the continent. The flight to Paris has been cancelled, and now five days off work stretches before me, with no plans.
I have looked up options like taking the train to cambridge, which is too expensive. The bus takes 12 hours, which would kill me.
I could try to take the train and ferry to Belfast, but then I would be in Belfast by myself, wondering what on earth to do.
If I drove and had a car, I would just go, maybe up north or maybe down to England. Anywhere. I miss that freedom that came with driving. There are folks I know from work but not a close friend I feel I can ring up and say "hey, my week has turned out crap; want to go for tea somewhere?" Everyone already has somebody.
When life disappoints me I fall a long way into a dark hole, and it takes me awhile to dig myself back out. I'm pliable but not springy, like dough. Eventually I'll rise again but it takes time.
The hill at Snurrom
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