Yes, actually, that'll be because I've done the blogging equivalent of moving house: I've switched sites.
Call me a naive, technophobic, blog-unaware heretic if you like, but the old site was just too bloody complicated, and I'm sorry, but in my condition, and with my pregnancy-addled brain, it's all I can do to remember my name and address, let alone navigate my way through the techno-garb at wordpress.
Anyway, if you like, you can find the previous posts just before this one, so you can catch up on the exciting previous installments... or not.
So, down to business. What has happened since yesterday morning? Not a huge amount, but I have at least spoken to the exalted one a fair bit, and, call me soppy, but that has been the highlight of my otherwise beige day.
Contrary to popular belief, Skip's life downroute has been similarly beige; he's been stuck in his smelly japanese hotel room, doing crap-loads of admin, and without decent crew to hang out with. Oh, and he has a bag of peas for a pillow. Hoop-de-doo!
So, where is all the high-life and glamour? Um... dunno, frankly! I'm on maternity leave remember! But there's certainly none in Narita either, which, if I'm honest, I'm secretly quite glad about. I mean, no-one wants to think their hubby is having a fab time without them, do they? And besides after reading the blog of some poor Singapore Airlines wife, frankly, I'm the luckiest woman alive.... I'm surprised she hasn't caught Bird 'flu or some such disease from all the totty with wings he's been getting through (should you want to know her hubby's been up to, go to blogcatalog.com and search singapore airlines sluts... it makes for interesting, if sad reading)!!
Anyway, no such to-do in Tokyo. Narita is a funny old trip. You either all go out and sing karaoke and get hammered 'cos you can't sleep, and have a grand old time in some dodgy bar, or you see no-one for 48 hours, and live off noodle soup from room service (that you have to remortgage for)... and still can't sleep. There is no in-between in Japan. As the legendary M-J said, "It's black, It's white" (exactly what 'It' is, I couldn't possibly comment on, but this is Michael Jackson, and frankly, I shudder to think). No grey areas in Japan folks. But at least it's not Singapore!
However, talking of grey areas, plenty here in the South of France, as it's been v cloudy all day. Not been worth leaving the house for a bit of drizzle and the chance of spotting a stray cat, so being a lady of leisure now, I've done exactly that: spent the day at my leisure. A few laughing cows, an amusing book, and browsing Laura Ashley for curtain fabric.
Hang on a min... did I just write that?????? Oh. My. Bloody. God. Oh well, I am now a married woman, and an Airbus widow, so I guess someone has to line the nest while Skip continues to trot the globe slurping soupy noodles. Sigh.
Anyhoo, talking of eating, I have a hankering for spag bol, so am off to cook. For one.
Oooh. The glamour.
A demain my pretties.
xoxo
BB
PS. One more sleep til Skip gets home. What can I say?!! A girl has needs you know!!!
