Wednesday March 25 was a pretty peaceful morning for me. David had told me our departure time. I had a few things to do to get ready to go, but all in all my mind was pretty clear. After all, my only job was to show up, David had told me that we were going someplace for 5 days, what I needed to pack and what time I needed to be ready. He had made sure the house was clean and dishes were done. How much simpler could it be? I was cool as a cucumber. Poor David was a bit more frantic, but then he had much more on his mind….
In the car on the way to the airport I received my first surprise. David instructed me to close my eyes and hold out my hands. There he lay my passport and told me to have a look. Then he said, “We’re going away for 13 days, not 5… And we’re headed to Ireland… With a stop in the U.K.” My jaw dropped and it pretty much stayed down until we were on the plane. All my clients would be called by Cousin Eric, David had canceled my appointments. We were off and away.
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