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One day and a night to go... and so much to do!

I am glad, though, because I found out that I, according to the very competent doctor, " very probably do not suffer from borreliosis and should not bother going and getting any treatment until I am absolutely sure something is wrong". Fine, ticks are not that dangerous up here, but but but? Ah, well. Doctors. 

Now all I we have to do is:

• Tidy up the flat.
• Call BritishGas.
• Pack our stuff.
• Meet with Colin tomorrow.
• By presents for my entire family (Aargh!!).
• Go to the gorgeous gallery we've been wanting to go all year and never managed. Drat.
• Return home the day after tomorrow at about... what, three in the morning.

... We will never make it.

Say what?

Apparently, we're flying a day later. Uh... Strange, but true. 

It says 29th. Which is very weird. I had been absolutely convinced that it was the 28th, have been telling everyone that it was the 28th, have been told it was the 28th. 

And now, we look at our travel itinerary and find out that it's a day later. 

Odd.