You travel, we pay.
Isn't that a lovely, lovely line? Why don't people say this to us more often?
Well the finalists are up and we happen to be one of the chosen ones (and by golly we're surprised!).
We have no idea on what basis the final selection will be made, but we have our fingers, toes and eyes firmly crossed.
We're also chasing a chicken to sacrifice at the altar of the OTB gods, but the damned thing keeps getting away. There's a slab of wood close at hand and we're making a determined effort to stay away from black cats, ladders and spilled salt. A string of nimbu and mirchi has been duly hung up on our Macintosh and a horseshoe has been pinched from it's owner (let it go darn hoss! You can get another one!).
We think we're all set now. Oh wait, wish us well, blog-people?
The results are in and it turns out we're not the one. We're a *little* disappointed, after all, spending other people's money is just so much more fun!
Ah well! For those intent on walking, the road goes ever on...