The changeling

The one thing I've noticed when I'm not rushing round the country in the name of work is that I see wonderful little things. Things I and all my colleagues miss.

Like the baby robin venturing into the big big world watched by his Mommy. The toy cars that need garaging with my Grandson. The elderly women and gentlemen who run the Womens Institute. The people who have a tale to tell....

Now I'm not advocating we all give up work and become nomads. Heavens no!!

I'm saying that I, me, Pink Icing lady, want to be free. Free to enjoy all these things.

So who'd have thought I would be changing yet again???





Well duh! Anyone who knows me I guess.................

Trying options. The journey is often better than the destination....

the quick brown fox

still here - just sorting out legal stuff from job, should be all wrapped up by end of the month.

Now where can I get a plane to................

thought of the day

I think I'm going to up sticks and go to the States again - maybe pick up a job - well if I can get a green card.....

Then again a return to Sicily would be fabulous......

Or why not try New Zealand, Canada or Australia? They do speak English which makes it easier.

It's just the money and the debt that make me hesitant at the moment otherwise I'd be swimming those oceans!

Free

I am free........

freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

My job is no more

Yippeeee

Just have some legal shit to deal with then I will tell you more. Well nothing that would compromise my position you understand.

Frrrreeeeeeeeee