The boy and I want to spend more time together.
I'm fed up of living a sedentary lifestyle. Since getting back to London and to a desk job I've put on about two stone, three dress sizes and cannot wear half my clothes.
We both love Africa.
When we got back from our last African escapade a month ago he saw a job ad for a couple to run a rest camp in the middle of a National Park in Uganda. And last night we had the telephone interview.
I want this job so much it actually hurts. Part of it is the fact that I am able to fantasise about living in the middle of the African bush, more or less being my own boss, and spending lots more time with the boy (who currently is still a 3 and a half hour drive away). They have hippos round the bar area after dark! And there's a Parrot Amnesty (whatever that is)! Boy and I gazing out over the Nile at sunset!
But I am a realist. I know there will be elements of the life there and the job that will be bloody hard, not to mention some questionable security and health issues. Most people would tell me to join a gym and work at getting a job somewhere a bit nearer to Hereford.
Nonetheless, quite apart from the fantasy scenes of life on permanent safari, the thought of getting away from the UTTER drivel of London life is very appealing.
So cross your fingers I get the job. This blog will be far more interesting, if nothing else.