Monday, May 03, 2010
I'm not really one for Sunday drives
Short drives appear to be fine, but I rarely do those as we don't own a car, and generally hop on the bikes if we need to go somewhere. But put me in a moving vehicle for more than 15 minutes and it quickly becomes chunder city. I sit in front passenger seat, furiously sucking on a Chupa Chup, willing myself not to be sick, and then when we finally get to our destination it takes a good half hour of hoarsly breathing in the fresh air before I feel quite myself again.
So Jorth + extraordinary mild g force = sickie. I guess that puts my dreams of being an astronaut to rest, then! On the bright side, whilst all the powers of my mind are concentrating on not revealing the contents of my stomach then I'm not thinking about my vintage dress disaster (yep, still bummed!)
at 8:09 p.m.