On this cold and treacherously icy day my post is dedicated to warm-hearted Jo...and I suppose Teresa too, the saint from The Performance Centre.
This Performance Centre has nothing to do with the arts but everything to do with holiday coordination within the company I drag myself to. It's very complicated and extremely difficult to get what you want, especially when there are about 600 people to please.
Jo kindly agreed to move her holiday to September which paved the way for me to slip in quickly and book the vacated slot and have the final day I needed to ensure a bargain flight in July to France. Teresa was the one who rubber-stamped it to make it official. I guess Jo is the saint...Teresa was just doing her job, albeit a very good job.
So May, July and August/September are the months all booked off. We're excited and can hardly believe it's settled. We have to wait to book the ferry crossings but the flights are all booked now. It's great when you have the best of days with the promise of the best yet to come. France here we come!