My Life is Being Organised

The Daughter phoned me yesterday: "I've decided where we're going next year."

This was news to me, as I didn't know we were going anywhere.  Last year we went to the WWI battlefields, and we're going again next month, exploring rather more specific subjects.  So, extremely intelligently, I said "Oh!"

TD: "It's with Leger again."  (The coach company who run the tours.)

"Ah," I say, "Your Dad and I are doing their WWI Poets tour that summer.  I didn't think that was something you'd be interested in."  (That had been quite a surprise.  I'd mentioned to SM (husband of a significant amount of years) that I was interested in the tour and he had been all for it, so I'd booked before he changed his mind.)

TD:  "I'm not.  And that's fine.  We should do the D-Day landings tour."

"Oh, right!"  (Note the continued intelligent replies.)  We then discussed suitable dates, and I found myself agreeing to request the time off work and, once that's done, arranging the booking.

I am off to the Normandie beaches.