Race Against the Clock

Oh, dear. It's 3.30 am, I need to be at the airpor t in four hours, I haven't slept yet, and I still have to pack my bags and finish boxing up the rest of my stuff. My dogs, bless 'em, are on my sofa watching me.

That reminds me: I also have to say farewell to 55 other dogs and half a dozen cats, who I will miss more than anything.

Had a nice evening with one of my favourite people, doing a bit of dog stuff and then going for a luverly meal by the river.

So, still not much to write about yet, though missed flights and connections always make for a good read, so don't go away!