Actually it is so blatantly obvious, why ask

So how come, when I used to wander around parts of Europe on my own at a tender age and have been lucky enough to wander to several parts of the globe, I am not relishing the idea of going to London tomorrow for a couple of days. I used to not think twice about such things and would enjoy the adventure. This however is going to be the first time I have ever been separated from the #1son for more than a few hours.

Call me an old softy, because that is precisely what I am. Hard exterior but a big sentimental, the facade of which I couldn't actually bring myself to hide behind a photo of a howling gale outside.

I'll be fine when I get down there, lording it up at some crazy parties, forgetting that I even have children, erm yes....

Take me back to the trains between Paris and Bruxelles Nord, dreaming of a super continetnal life away from the driving rain and crazy temperatures which today topped

8°