rebness

Yesterday, dear friends, I ate breakfast in Greece. I flew over Zakynthos, Kefalonia and Corfu. The Venetian Lido glimmered in the sun as we flew over Italy, then the Swiss Alps, the German forests and Paris and London were mute and beautiful (even at 35,000 feet) below. Europe in summer is exciting and full of opportunities to travel and work abroad, and it gets harder to fight down the mad impulsion to just run off to Turkey or France or Spain to while away the summer.

England's the same old, same old-- grey skies, deep green lush vegetation, and I hated that dark post-holiday feeling that was conjured up at the sight of Manchester, but fatigue won out and sleep conquered the grey. Huzzah!

Right, I have my ouzo, Zakynthian nougat and Amoudi wine to focus on today. Yesterday, I woke up to see the Ionian sea, but, worryingly, I find myself looking forward to Big Brother and curry and chips. Feh. You can take the girl out of England...

In the meantime, I'm putting on my Casanova DVD and dreaming about Venice. The job doesn't start for another week because they have to do a CRB check. I guess it's going to be a week of reading novels and fanfiction, giggling at metaquotes and roleplaying. I can think of worse things. >:)