That was wonderful!
However, we returned to find that the moving and packing faeries haven’t done DIDDLY SQUAT since we left, so we’re back to that tomorrow. Thirty-six days to go – sooner would be better, much sooner would be much better.
And I have to go back to work tomorrow.
Assuming I didn’t come down with a case of “con crud.” (Actually, I think I have to go back to work tomorrow even if I did come down with a case of “con crud.” “Death will not release me,” and all of that.)
Let the jet lag begin!!