Have you guys got no sense of mystery? Don't you realise when the wool is being pulled over your eyes? Some very misty, mysterious, enigmatic wool?
Well it is.
I said I wasn't telling you where I was going, then loads of you rightly got in touch to say that I'd already told you I was going to Malta.
And I'm very disappointed that you all believed me.
So I'm going to have to give you another clue:
I'm not going to Malta. I'm not even going anywhere in Europe.
So don't be fooled by the wool. I've left clues in various places on the internet. You can find out where I'm going to be this weekend if you look hard enough. Then when you think you've worked it out, either leave a comment here or email me.
2 comments:
Well Jo, I have to say, that’s the first time I have seen someone playing the piano in an airport. A mutual friend said you taste in music was eclectic and it is certainly that.
The Martian landscape was stunning, you will have to remind me what your two word description was. Mine was “dilapidated cathedral”.
With the duration of the flight it certainly felt as though we were going to Mars.
Yup, loved the piano in the airport. And as if that wasn't enough - a pool table as well. If heaven has an airport, this was it.
I think my description was something like, 'Crusty trifle'.
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