fluffymark | Itchy feet

Every morning it's a tragedy. Every day.

It's about 9AM. The long shiny train pulls out of Waterloo station, bound for lovely places in foreign lands. It's like a dream. Except I'm not on it. I'm watching with despair and envy from the other train that departs at the same time. My train is less shiny, not as long and I get off at Wimbledon, which is a nice place, but not as nice as the places the shiny train goes to. I want to be on the other train, the one that calls itself a Eurostar. It's taunting me. Every day. Waaaaah. Mooop. Strop.

BUT...

On February 12th I'll be on the shiny train. For plans have changed again, and I'm going to Bruges after all for my birthday. Yaaaaaaaaaay! Mmmmm. should be fab. Am going with

snow_leopard and

emarkienna.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! :)

A plan is also evolving involving

snow_leopard and myself flooping over to Helsinki in early may and seeing the wonders of nokialand. Hopefully

alektoeumenides will have lots of holiday time then, and I'll be able to meet up with her in pretty St Petersburg and she can show me the delights of that city, and then I'm very tempted to fit in a trip to Tallinn while I'm in that part of the world. Am very excited! *bounce*

And I can buy myself my very own MINIMOOSE! :)

Oh and the nice

daevas is going to be sending me CD full of piccies of Persepolis, as I'm very tempted to plan an expedition to Iran. Woooooooooo. More excitement.