I suppose you settle into a routine when you travel often. Apart from visiting my parents, I only go about once a year, so it seems to have to be reinvented every time.

Hello! We haven’t seen much of you lately!

I’ve had lots of time like that at my parents’ house. Cable channels that repeat things over and over, so the same handful of episodes of whatever was the current thing would keep playing. It’s a lot quieter now my father’s not at home, because my mother doesn’t bother much with the TV, but it’s a high price to pay.

✓ pack bag for France
✓ book transfer for arrival in Venice
✓ panic a bit
✓ try to sort out food for husband, dog & visitors
✓ panic some more while waiting for the plumber
✓ stare in despair at the chaos in the kitchen that can’t be cleared up till after the plumber’s been.

It’s hard to be sure, but he does a very convincing act.

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I don’t know how stays sane. Sorting out arrangements for two trips, plus setting things up for survival of husband and dog with a bunch of visitors turning up the day before I get back from trip one is driving me to distraction.

Well, at least you’re not constrained by the character limit here.

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You have listened to some seriously dodgy music!

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Ooh ooh ooh ooh.

At least it can pay the bills while you look for something more interesting.