I'm back for another two months of joy in the land of the maneater and the administrator! That's not fair, the last recorded act of cannibalism was something like 70 years ago but the french, I'm afraid, will not be able to crawl under the administrator label. I had a really nice break this time around. I saw both my friends and my family. I went to Spain (or rather catalogna) with a dear dear friend. You'll get the pictures and details later though because today I'm faced with an altogether different problem.
The need to create a "wishlist".
Simply put a "wishlist", in this peculiar incarnation, is a list of things I would like to have for either my birthday or christmas. Both being so close in my case that I need not make two lists. To be quite honest I'm at a bit of a loss this year. You see, some of the things I got last christmas I've not even had the chance to take out of the box. This year, I don't know what to ask for. Perhaps a couple of books. Something hand made, just for me, is never turned down either. Of course I always add preposterous items to my list, like an Aston Martin or 100 acres of land. To pad things up a bit, to make my list fuller and on the offchance that one of my siblings should win the lottery they would know exactly what to buy.
Unfortunatly you cannot buy the things I really wish I had, but if this "wishlist" was of the genie in the lamp type where anything is possible I'm sure I could come up with a few ideas. Things like compulsory sedation for any children under four boarding a trans-pacific flight. Seriously, I love children. I've even entertained the thought of having some myself, though alone that's going to be a hard one to do. That's the subject of yet another "wishlist". Anyway, have you ever been seated in front of an overactive two year old. Remember, business class doesn't count, I'm talking here of cattle class, errrr sorry economy. I must admit at first the pitter patter of tiny feet on the back of the seat is akin to a massaging chair. By the 12th or 13th hour of the flight I'm imagining ways to cook tiny feet and/or entertaining dreams of untasteful forms of dismemberment. So my first wish is for children to be sedated when boarding flights longer than say 8 hours, that way they stay in one piece and I can sleep on the plane.
Wish number two. As you all know and/or can probably tell I spend an inordinate amount of time in airports. One of the things I really like to do when I'm faced with a really long wait in an airport is to find the arrivals lounge and look at people reunite. I didn't think this on my own, Kevin Smith put it in one of his movies, "Dogma" if I remember correctly (and a good movie incidently, except the end bit with Morrissette). One of these days I'd like to be welcomed back at the airport by some teary-eyed woman who cannot wait for me to make her life whole again.
I could go on but Unfortunatly, it doesn't help me out writing an actual "wishlist" that people can use. I did get the titles to half a dozen books I'd like to read but that's it so far though....
OH! the Aston is always an option too.
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I know all too well the screaming and banging of seats. Although it was only a four and a half hour flight, our flight to Cancun was the worst I'd even been on because of that. Sigh... it's called gravol folks!
Nice post though :)
Conseils tres interessants. A quand la suite?
Appreaciate for the work you have put into this post, this helps clear away some questions I had.
Glad to help out clearing away unanswered questions. Unfortunatly, it now means I have an unanswered question. Basicaly: Who are you? I hope you'll agree it's much easier having a discussion if you know who you're having it with.
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