I'm not nervousOh who am I kidding.
We're leaving for London on Friday morning and already I'm a nervous wreck. I'm making list after list and I have to refrain myself not to make a list
about the other lists of "to do" and "to take" stuff.
Not that I'm crazy or anything.
One more day (before my weeks off) I have to try and be half-competent at work and not club my colleagues in frustration. "Hel-lo! I am standing here. Yes, I
would like to be consulted when you decide what to do with the families that are supposed to be my responsibity."
For whatever reason I have the idea that my two weeks-and-a-bit off will leave me more stressed (from thinking about work) than just staying at work.
Now that's not quite the attitude to go on holiday with.
It looks like we'll be missing our
travel guide Kimberly this year, but perhaps we'll have to take our
Severus Snape-model with us. He deserves some time in the spotlight, especially since there's no telling what horrid fate awaits him from the JK Rowling woman (well, unless you've been spoiled of course, then you know everything).
Right. Off to make more lists! And to stress about going to a geeky Harry Potter convention! And meeting
madscot! (And leaving the cats to plunder our house -and our catsitter-). Eak!
Labels: Harry Potter, travel
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