#THROWBACKTHURSDAY

Istanbul, 2015. Istanbul is one of the planet’s truly great cities. Mrs P and I had a wonderful week there. Admittedly, it would possibly have been a better seven days had we chosen to go outside of Ramadan. The call to prayer is a charming and exotic sound. But after three days of it waking you before 4am, it begins to grate, just a little. And then there’s the decidedly limited options for lunches and early dinners.

But we had a wonderful holiday that began on the just the right note. The final phone call I made before departing for the airport was to a rail company. I’d been interviewed a couple of weeks earlier, and had expected to hear the outcome some time ago. I called the number I’d been given, introduced myself, and sat myself down…

“You’re ears must have been burning, we were just talking about you. I was about to call. Congratulations, your application has been successful.”