I spent the last few days getting lost.
In Oxford I found my way to a car park in the city centre, but only had enough change to pay for an hours parking. So rather than go into a shop to break a twenty pound note for more change I decided to walk around the city as fast as possible and see as much as I could before my time ran out.
What was the logic in that? I then spent the next hour and a half trying to drive around the city to find the river. You know, the river in Oxford where students in stripey blazers and straw hats picnic on the banks while their jolly chums wobble in row-boats, trying to punt back to shore. Alas I saw no river, no punts and certainly no straw hats. I did see a lot of people cycling around, but none in flapping black robes with towers of books balanced on the handlebars.
The next day I got lost again, in the hothouse at Wisley Royal Botanical Gardens. I had arranged to meet a friend amongst the orchids, but it was so huge and there were so many orchids that we wandered around, continually missing each other for quite a while.
Yesterday I decided to stay home and get some work done. I am in the process of redesigning all the soap labels, logos, banners etc. Whilst playing with fonts and colours, I also, via webcam and Skype, supervised Skye while she did her homework back in Italy. Carlo was busy in the kitchen and Skye, forgetting that Mummy was 'in the TV', would give a furtive glance to the kitchen door and get up and creep away from the table where she was supposed to be studying. Then, from my kitchen table in leafy Surrey I would command, "what are you doing? I can see you! Sit back down and do your homework!"
She would jump, and glance at the TV, where I sat watching, and obediently sit back down again.