Sometimes in the quiet before the kids wake up I lie in bed pondering life's great mysteries.
Is there life after death?
How on earth is Trump still a presidential candidate?
What colour is that infernal dress?
Where is that bloody panda?
Where am I going?
Mostly I wonder about my destination in a metaphorical sense, but this morning my musings are of a more geographical nature.
This morning four of my mates and I are headed to the airport but only one of us knows where we are headed. The rest of us will find out when we see the departure board.
I love surprises! That's another thing about being an adult that no one warns you about. Past twenty you just about have to get yourself knocked up to have a genuine surprise.*
Last year my sister-wife Susan surprised us all by organising a little Sunday session with Darryl Braithwaite.
This year it's Sonia's turn.
We're headed to the airport this morning. If you're as keen as I am to know our destination, check out Instagram and I'll let you know as soon as I do.
do you love surprises?
any guesses where we're going?
* clarification: I love grownup surprises, not the Monday morning kind of surprises that come out of lunch boxes that weren't unpacked on Friday afternoon.