Our Trip to Switzerland – Part 1


Birthdays are a difficult time in our house. I say birthdays, but what I really mean is my birthday and when I say they’re difficult, what I specifically mean is that they’re difficult for Cath. She has the unenviable task of working out what I might want when even I haven’t the slightest idea of what that is.
Whenever I’m asked by anyone what I’d like for birthdays, Christmas’, breakfasts’ or any other event that requires me to give others a window into my desires, I simply adopt a bemused look before shrugging my shoulders and uttering a distinctly unhelpful “I don’t know”. Continue reading “Our Trip to Switzerland – Part 1”