Yesterday afternoon, I was roasting at the citadel in Namur. Late last night I checked into my hotel in a very damp and cool foreign location. Air travel is extraordinary. I had a good dose of working mother’s guilt as the boys waved good bye to me on Sunday evening and the Princess sobbed “why do you have to go away so often?” For the first time, Mr. Waffle was also away so we had to deploy our babysitting team to look after the children and get them to bed this evening. It seems to have gone fine but it is odd to think that our little family was in three different countries today.
