Yep – me – the infamous, ferocious, corporate whore is frightened.

Why?

In a few moments a taxi will come to take me to the airport – the place I hate most in all of this world. Then a huge metal beast of a plane (I assume a jumbo) will cart me to the other side of the world, unwilling and unhappy. It will take so long, I will board the plane when it already another day in that country and I will lose a whole day of my life (I get on the plane this evening and get off it at my destination tomorrow evening) travelling.

When I arrive I doubt that there will be the slightest understanding or interest in looking after the dietary needs of a vegetarian. This is a country where (I understand) dog is regarded as a delicacy.

The nearest neighbours of the country where I will be staying spend their time pointing nuclear weapons at my destination.

I get to spend two days training thirty people from all over the region – Hong Kong, Singapore, China, Thailand, Japan, Korea and possibly even more countries. Then I get to spend half-a-day doing a client meeting before returning home via another lost day.

Can you tell I’m fed-up and miserable?

My boss asked me if, as a special treat, I’d like to stay on for a few days and see the sights. To be perfectly honest, I’d rather not be there at all. I certainly don’t want to stay a moment longer than absolutely necessary. Call that narrow-minded if you like, but it’s a fact.

I don’t know when I’ll get an opportunity to post again – possibly not till I get home.

I wonder why I spend so much time wishing my life away…..home – five days time – five days, please go, go now, be gone, just let me get home safely and soon.

BTW the pic is so crap because it's born of a mix of abject terror and about five minutes of time....

Strangely I liked my pic of two years ago...shame no-one else did!!! Last year, I was reflecting on my dream (with a rather fabulous photo I may add) and wondering if it would ever come true - well, of course it did - we got our little home on Cornwall.