Eh bien Mesdames et M’sieurs. This was going to be a brief missive, the merest whiff of a post dashed off in haste as I winged my way out of the door and into a waiting aeroplane. Can’t you just see my suitcase trailing chiffon scarves and feel those kisses blown from my fingertips? (All very Isadora Duncan before the car trip, I know).
It has been a rather grim couple of months trudging through my crappy health issues, and as well as that there have been a couple of big parental health scares. When we arrived at my birthday a couple of weeks ago Mr Pimp, gawd luv ’im, suggested we find a cheapie break and take ourselves off for a few days. And so we set our caps at Ubud. The plane was booked for this afternoon, the Herberts stowed, the suitcases packed, and we were more than ready to go.
Except. Except. A most exceptionable except.
My passport has gone missing!
It has vanished, seemingly, off the face of the earth. Gone off on a little sojourn of its own. Or, more likely, it was stuffed into a box when we packed up our old house and moved to this godforsaken tin can, and then taken to the farm. Where it now languishes in stygian gloom beneath lawd knows what boxed rubbish, and has grown tired of calling to us. So here we are, a half hour after we should have taken off, drowned and dismal and with the week ahead hanging off us like an extra skin. And I am feeling like the egregiously air headed flake that I sometimes am. Bali Hi? Sadly, I don’t sink so.
This was going to be our bedroom:
But anyway, that a leaves me with a whole swathe of unexpected leisure time in which to show you the latest bit of progress in the house. One, luckily, about which we are wildly enthusiastic. The pictures are a little dark because, ahem, I have a new camera (one birthday present which didn’t go wrong). A new and, I must confess, somewhat frightening camera. So frightening in fact that I felt quite unable to attach the flash (a flash that isn’t in-built? New to me). Anyway, when I get my confidence, we might all look forward to better pics. But now, Ladies and Gents, without any further paffing and faffing, I give you the steel doors (cue a bit of parping fanfare):
And from the kitchen into the dining room and hallway:
So that being done, I shall return to my sitting and thinking and failing to believe that anyone could really miss a holiday by dint of a disappearing passport. I mean, it’s absurd and unbelievable, isn’t it? (Even now I keep expecting it to sidle around a chair leg and waggle itself for attention). But actually, I have decided that we shall not sit here moping but gather ourselves up and go forth into the torrential rain and try to extract a bit of fun from this molten, silvery day. Tally ho!