I had a bit of a bleh day today, you know those days when every tiny thing starts to go wrong like some kind of hideous conspiracy where the whole world is out to get you, poke you, pinch you. One of THOSE days.
So I took myself as far away from today as I possible could and went on a mental trip to Svalbard.
This is as far north as you can fly on a commercial flight. You can’t get much further away than that.
Mr Fix-It and I journeyed there in March 2001 and it was COLD. Well only if you call -45 degrees celcius cold!
Do you take yourself on mental trips when the day goes horribly wrong?