The Sulk

My attempts at organising a weekend get-away to a nearby beach have failed miserably because my co-conspirator Nu, after getting me all excited, has invented some excuses. This was the last weekend that we could have done some beaching before the summer sets in. So now, I shall sulk the rest of the evening.

I am really good at organising holidays (takes me about half and hour on the Net and a few phone calls), but feel quite bad when things don't work out.