What is it with parents and getting my hopes up?
Daddy has a business thing in the UK at the end of the month, so he and Mum have been debating whether or not we should all join him over there for a week or so afterward. We would maybe stay with my aunt Rosie (my namesake, sort of) in Wales for a while… and they’ve been talking about jetting over to France for some cycling, too. Plus, they haven’t been totally un-serious, so it’s actually a possibility, I think.
If this doesn’t happen, I’ll be kind of depressed. Now’d be a good time for a hop across the pond, says I.