So the family dinner has been had, goodbye drinks have been forgotten, the memories of which have been stored in that hazy memory space along with all the damaged brain and liver cells...and I'm ready to go. As I write this, I look out at two empty bags that by the end of office hours will be filled with clothes...and other things I hope. I tried writing a list this morning and managed to reminds myself to bring clothes and contraceptives...and now I'm stuck. So we'll see how much I forget to bring when I'm over there.
As far as I know, everything is set. I've been going through the mundane process of photocopying documents, finding documents, trying to put my finger on what vitally important document I'm forgetting and then putting them all aside in a place I won't forget...which always manages to be the very last place you remember. So all is good other than the exchange rate which has been going southbound like geese for the winter, but I'm sure if worse comes to worse I can live off the land 'Into the Wild' style, die prematurely by poison berries and have a book and film combination celebrate my travels.
Okay, I'm off to fill my bags with things. I think you can comment on this somehow, so feel free to do so or whatever...I'll update this regularly and/or whenever I can be arsed.
Max
