Romance Vs Practicality
The Theatre Producer is away in America, which means I’m sort of in limbo. Well I’m waiting. I’m not good at waiting. I get restless.
I also start looking at flights, and wouldn’t you know it, last-minute flights are cripplingly expensive.
I would only be able to go for a weekend (I can’t take any time off this month) so once I’d spent 9 hours getting there I’d only be there for about 10 hours before I had to hop on a 9 hour flight back. It’s a stupid plan, but one I’m still considering.
I am stupid.
In the meantime I’ve sent her some flowers. Ladies should get flowers when they least expect it and thanks to the magic of the internet I can arrange for a plethora of blooms to turn up at her work while I am sat in a boring meeting.
The only tricky part is to fight the urge to smile when I think of her face when they arrive.
Only 19 days to go until she is back. Come on team, we can do this.