Today, we decided on the name for our blog. I rejected all of Alex’s ideas and he rejected all of mine, except one: losingluggage.com. Our agreement was sublime, not only that, the name was available. The satisfaction of coming up with something that no one else has is primal. Fifteen minutes later and it was ours and we had a nice big tick on our to do list. The first person to hear the name for our blog was my mum’s hairdresser.
“Losing luggage dot com?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Isn’t that tempting fate?”
“Well, it’s more philosophical,” I explained, silently kicking myself and reaching for something wooden.
I’m beginning to feel sad and worried about my parents and the cat while I’m away. “He [the cat] might be dead by the time you come back,” Mum reminded me tonight as I helped Dad take down the Christmas tree, as if that weren’t depressing enough. Cow.