Caught up in work stuff and being totally snowed under, I’ve left the arrangements for our impending trip West for Grumpy Pants to deal with. Besides, it is his family organising it all, so I’m happy for him to discuss, negotiate and yell.
It hurts my head. And I’m far too organised and in need of information. Not just any information, but information that is not ambiguous. More details and that sort of thing. Before swithching off for the night, I do a final email check, and there is one from a brother-in-law. Information pertaining to our holiday stay in the school holidays. I take