Driving a porcelain Bus

I was so excited about my New York work trip with my partner. I decanted creams into small pots, dusted off adapters and bought a few bits from Zara. I had 10,000 words of my book left to write. And a couple of meetings with some fabulous media folk.

I booked restaurants and museums for the day we had off and could not have been more excited. But after our first meal and some questionable prawns, all of my plans were thwarted. I wasn’t looking up at the Empire State Building lit up against the inky sky.  I was head down in the Armitage Shanks driving the porcelain bus deep into the night.

My malaise lasted just enough time to be back on form for the very last day. I reflected on how there’s always a choice to make with how we feel. I could be angry and frustrated that the whole trip was a bust; or I could close my eyes, feel the sun on my face and count my blessings for what is, rather than what was not.

Lorraine x

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  1. Steve Newland
    20th March 2019 / 10:17 pm

    Never heard the phrase “driving a porcelain Bus” before Lorraine. Sorry your plans were somewhat dashed but good to see you have pushed on through. Sounds like you had a few days of YouTube and U-bend. I love the fact you share everything – keep doing it please you are doing good !

    • Ness
      10th April 2019 / 8:06 am

      Driving the porcelain bus a common saying in Australia. Full sympathy to anyone who gets food poisoning.

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