key problem

If anyone really knows me, they'll know that I have about a million and one key-rings with various objects dangling from them. I have accumulated an unprecedented number of them through the whole of my lilfe, and still they keep on coming. People give them to me as gifts, I get them free with the clothes I buy and my sister wins them in lucky dips. However, I needs ask one question: if I own only 4 keys (all of which I carry one the same key-ring) why do I need so many key-rings?

globe-trotter

Why do I always seem to blog when I'm sick? The weather has recently turned nasty; actually, that's not true, it's usually that way (changing one day from stifling to freezing); and so a head cold has been blown my way by the fitful wind and patchy rain.
What do I do when I am sick? I sit on the sofa with a cup of tea, a box of tissues and the travel channel in front of me.
Hence, I have much travelling to share for this week: I have been to Glasgow and the Scottish Highlands, Copenhagen and Iceland, Germany for Oktoberfest and Peru for Carnivale. And on top of that busy schedule (I had to take Berocca performance just to get through it all!) I visited Cairns to go whitewater rafting and scuba diving as well as random parts of Greece, which I don't remember because I was too drowsy to take in. Phew! What a busy couple of days! And I never had to leave the comfort of my own couch.
Ahh the wonders of modern-day travel!

my heart

My mind ever turns to the beauty of Europe. I long for rolling fields and sunshine-dappled forests. I yearn for wind-blown cliffs and towering crags. I crave the warmth of the blue Mediterranean sea and the openness of the sky. I desire the cloudy mists that cling to the valleys and the rain that drenches the earth in sparkling beads.
I ache to stand on the edge of a precipice with my arms outstretched, the setting sun on my face and the wind through my hair.
I wish to fly.