BEAM ME UP SCOTTIE

This must be the most unattractive hotel ceiling I have ever seen. It reminded me of egg boxes though looked a lot less sturdy. I attended a payroll RTI seminar beneath it this morning. Well that was a bundle of laughs. I returned to work more worried than before, and I had hoped the seminar would help me! The stress is building.

But enough of that for now. Tomorrow I am setting off with former Blipper Hellonwheels for our annual weekend away. We are not travelling too far, just up the Dales, but the fact that we are booked and packed and going is all that matters. We have plans, places to see, a gallery to visit, a cheese scone to be enjoyed, what more could we want? Okay, several cheese scones. Our cameras will accompany us, as will our current reading matter, laptops, though I can't remember if there is Wifi at the hotel, and our knitting. We know how to live. But we have promised ourselves that pension planning is banned from the conversation menu.

Right, off to put my case in Patsy Bluebell, and soon Thelma and Louise will be wending through the beautiful Yorkshire countryside towards that cheese scone. Bye for now.