Best Kind of Predicament

MTB Girl – Diary of a Mountain Biker

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

The Best Kind of Predicament

So here’s how my day took a bizarre turn. All was going pretty well. (Actually, the word catastrophic had been used more than once today, but fortunately it wasn’t our fault, so it depends from whose point of view you look at things, anyway…) Early evening I got a text from a friend in Colorado who said he was on a plane to Barcelona for the week, did I want to meet up?

It sounded fun so I looked at the price of flights and getting a couple of days off. It would mean the next few days would be a bit busier than I’d hoped because I had shopping to do, nurse appointments, was driving to Wales friday night for a weekend walk and then heading north to ride bikes for a bit. Still, perfectly do-able.

Then it dawned on me, I don’t have my passport, it’s with the Tanzanian High Commission! Hmmm, with a little bit of effort and a lot of organisation, this is perfectly do-able; I think…

So, after some frantic phone calls: if I swap my Thursday early shift to a late shift, move my nurses appointment to friday afternoon, go to the Post Office Thursday morning to see if my passport is there and if not go to the Tanzanian High Commission, that all means I can still do the shopping I need Thursday lunchtime, do an early shift friday, straight to the nurse for a Rabies vaccination then onto Wales. Phew! That’s if I spend all evening packing my stuff and then load the car tomorrow morning.

Then, I can be in Wales late friday evening, do a 20 mile walk on Saturday, drive north Saturday night, ride bikes on Sunday and Monday, be back in time for night shift Monday night. Get to the airport early Tuesday morning, fly to Barcelona in time for lunch. Spend the day there, fly home Wednesday evening in time for night shift Wednesday. Unpack the car on Thursday and start packing my stuff again. Sleep.

Night shift Thursday, drive straight up to Todmorden Friday morning, birthday ride for Chipps’ 40th birthday on Saturday, drive home in the evening. Unpack the car, tidy up, straighten the house, double check I have packed everything for my holiday(!), get to the coach station at 4am to catch a plane from Heathrow at 8am Sunday 17th February to fly to Tanzania for two weeks. Woohoo!

Yep, that’s er, do-able. Only time will tell I guess.

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