Regular readers will remember how much I hate packing. It is time. I've been putting it off all day and I can't put it off any longer.
We leave tomorrow morning (before breakfast), back to London to visit the Professors again, I'm afraid (wish me luck).
I am a tiny bit concerned that Ratty will do another mystery-disappearing act, but as we will only be away for a week, I hope he stays put. We've spent the day bonding.
Having broken the ice with Elisabeth in Melbourne during January, I am now feeling brave: if you happen to be in London over the next week and have a spare afternoon, let me know and perhaps we can meet up for a cup of tea or coffee.
Lent or not, I'll be having p*rk sausages for breakfast on Saturday!