in march when the weather was bleak, my ten year passport (dont think they do the year ones anymore) was soon to expire. should i pay £77.50 to renew it, or let it run out? could i see a little continental wandering in the future, or should i stick with the potty pots and stay put? would little anxiety rear its ugly head and sellotape me to bricks and mortar, or would wanderlust win the day?
stupid head took over and i renewed. the thought of spending the summer (ok a little over the top) on the coast of italy tugged at my heart strings. ive been looking at accommodation, extremely expensive pie in the sky kind of villas. jewelley blue pools, mountains, sunny skies, museums. i weigh up the possibilities, one weeks stay was three nights in hospital last year. i could stretch that (i have eds for goodness sake i could stretch anything!) the dog could get a jab and come with. a little doggie passport. i think the sun on thursday has drenched my brain cells.
i know people with pots can have effects with air travel, ive never been that keen on planes anyway. so a road trip seems likely. used to thousands of miles, or was used to. this is all very well, when im feeling well, i know when the little army of useless symptoms come im flat out, an incoherent mess that wouldnt go so far as the front door.
i need a holiday, i want to go to italy, do you think im sane or stupid in my quest?