Blind-sided by Mrs Goose.
What is it they say about the best laid plans of mice and men?
Since early last year I had been working on the dearly beloved, with a view to a family holiday in the far North West of Scotland; which is as everyone knows, a place no child should miss whilst growing up. Of course, there may have been a vague thought or two in the far back reaches of my mind, that a few opportunities may have occurred for the chief holiday guide, banker and chauffeur to wet a line on one or maybe two of the very wonderful lochs in that area.
I was nearly there. I could all but taste those lochs. I'd put 12 months research into road routes, holiday accommodation and waters. And then a few days after New Year, it happened.
"We really need to book up for this years holidays", I commented.
"I want to go to Oban" she said.
"But, but, but" said I.
"I went there as a child and I want to go back" she said.
"But, but, but", I gasped.
"Let's go to Oban", she said in a tone that actually translated as "If we go anywhere other than Oban, it's going to be real hard on you".
"And we can take the kids to Balamory", she added.
Outmaneuvered and now outnumbered, the "buts" gave way to silent sobbing. Anyone know what the loch fishing is like around Oban and "Balamory"? It appears we will be vacationing in the village of North Connel this year. Booking the cottage tomorrow.
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But Jesus beheld them and said unto them, "With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
Matthew 19:26
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