Husband chides me for already thinking about what I’ll miss when we get to Abu Dhabi, but I can’t help it. Just as I like to fight with him about hypothetical situations–you know, just to mark out our positions in case the situation arises–I like to get myself worried about that which hasn’t happened yet. You know, borrow trouble and all that.
What am I going to miss? Today, in Hyde Park, I saw what I’m going to miss:
Big fluffy green trees.