A couple of weeks ago I went to London, by myself what's more. Ok, I was fast asleep and dreaming but it was one of those super-vivid dreams and I was really walking down a street in London. It felt great. I loved London last time I was there and the dream held that wonderful feeling of promise and expectation.
Tomorrow I am off to Portland, Oregon to enjoy the halo of Sock Summit. In my dreams? No, really - I am going to Sock Summit (in that I am not booked in for anything, just going to enjoy the atmosphere and catch up with some other Australian visitors). And here's the promise and expectation bit - I am going alone, overnight, for the very first time since I became a mother. Back on Sunday evening!