It’s nearly Sunday. It’s nearly Sunday and I don’t know if I should be excited or sick with nerves…
On Sunday I am going to London. I am going to London for a week and leaving my fifteen month old baby with his dad and the nanny.
I *know* I have nothing to worry about – Hub will take him to playgroup two mornings in the week (hooray Hubby) and I’ve arranged for him to spend the afternoons with a friend and her son.
I *know* he’ll be absolutely fine… Right?
So why am I going?
1. My parents have moved to Dubai and my sister is joining them in a couple of weeks. They’re giving up their flat, which means I have to go clear all my crap out of there!
2. My sister and I have George Michael tickets for the 17th. Yes, I know it’s been cancelled now.
3. I have bank work to sort out (nope, I don’t believe in doing Internet banking from Nigeria).
These are the *main* reasons I’m going.
I’ve got other stuff planned – eating at my favourite restaurants, dentist appointment, meeting old (and new) friends, shopping and other ‘frivolous’ activities and appointments.
This will be my last trip to London until June and I know I’m going to have a good time.
I think I’m also going to be a little lonely.