This post refers to off-Cellar conversations
Now you do have to remember, chick, that I am generally a good travel companion. By which I mean I am a bloody good travel companion. Just without your language skills. Think Denholm Elliott; foreign but sanguine.
I am used to spending long periods of time alone. I am happy with just a book, and ideally a camera, in any location.
I can even deal with extreme weather without complaint.
And the prospect of long and/ or uncomfortable journeys does not phase me. As long as I am allowed to reference them later. I don't think I've ever been
really moany but I admit I've not experienced
really bad travel.
So.
A little bit of food-pickiness is allowed. Right?
Pick, pick, picking on food....?
I promise when you work out a way to take me along as a retinue (ie on expenses) I will not cause any trouble. If I can't see my way clear to eating what you do I just won't eat. Sorted.
C'mon! Pigs trotters, jellied eels, anything bought from Iceland, kidneys, heart, tripe (although I admit I didn't like that) spotted dick and pork scratchings and everyone who knows me...? Caraway seeds are nothing.
Love you