(Have I just dated myself in a mahoosive way by knowing this song? I loved it as a child and it is one of the first I remember knowing all the words to.)
This morning at 7:30 CK finally left the house for a week's work adventures in sunny Washington. I say finally because he was first going on this trip back in February but it got postponed. Then it was going to be March but someone had incorrectly filed the paperwork. We were then on standyby during the Easter week and during halfterm flights had even been booked! But still he sat at home being Cinderella, waiting and waiting for his fairygodmother to align the stars and planets so that he may head off to D.C.
At the beginning of last week the call came through and so now he is en route to Heathrow.
He is only gone for six days but I am not happy. No, I am really not very happy. You see he is going to Washington. For six sleeps. He only has meetings Monday and Friday. He has free time.
You see the picture in the middle of the collage? That is The Little Blue Guy. He actually comes from Washington and now he is going home. CK is taking the wee fella back to release him in the wild. In fact CK will be handing TLBG over to an expert in this field. You see my blurry husband is going on a blogmeet with the rather lovely WMK . WITHOUT ME! Bah!!
He better find a reeeeeaaaaaaaally nice shop (or two ;-) to make up for it.