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.