First Edition

15 Jan

Trust me on this, it’s going to be good, I’m just limbering up

The trouble with being a glorified gypsy is that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I’m on the cusp of moving country for the sixth time in twelve years. This time I’m trying to actually organise it, rather than just buggering off: jumping or being pushed, again.

It has been said to me that it takes a brave man to travel to new lands, but I kind of scratch my head at that; maybe I’m too scared to go home. I have bequeathed my toaster and kettle to the security guard in the building, but I’ll keep the good chopping board and knifes for kitchens unknown.

And the two good solid wine goblets are coming along too. I didn’t even buy those, they were inherited from another soul last seen in the airport departures bar. There is nothing glitzy about this, pretty low flying stuff.