It's Probably Not In the Cards... so what is?

The KS reply after a few days.  Not a surprise, and likely for the best.  A bit of a shame though, could have been fun.  Wonder if there are ways it might have played out to a different result.  No matter.  The mind turns toward the return to the old London haunts, and the newness of Venice.  Airborne once again this time next week.

How funny the way in which the world turns, the flight prices now as cheap or better than when the booking was made in July.  No matter there either.  We are locked in and ready for the escape of it.  The magic of the stage and Thames and even, I think, a return to the old Willow tree in Oxford.  Oh so many years later, and I sense it could be the last chance for a bit.  Best to take it.

Some new thoughts on the cards for this trip, the House of Illustration near King's Cross and Memorial at the Barbican.  Plus of course the randomness of the unknown cruise encounter and festival of the Most.  Worthy of stories all.  But shall you write them formally through the program, or should the Ahab dream be renewed with vigour now that, as expected, the captain's daughter has failed to live up to the task.  Nice to have that door swing open, although the lack of car remains on the mind for sure.  Nice to have the conversation post-wedding and see what flows from there.  More resignations today, another sign you need not wait.

Go enjoy the Friday afternoon sail, my son.  Pack your bags I want to take you home...