A change of day......

Days they blur into each other as the pace of packing sweeps us along.

She who does not do ironing was fair taken up with it all last night and of course all those other things that need to happen.

Yesterday was a waster of a day for me. Lots to do and none of it doable without key things in place none of which were.

Still, we are slowly getting there, a neighbour has borrowed the IVECO so hitching up of trailers, the last major taks is having to wait for later.

Really I could have used the woodman being there today so of course he is not.

Management has gone off to the dentist and Matalan.

Yesterday, she descended on wedding dress buying bent and she fell foul of one of the curses of the age. As one gets older one notices that those who manufacture clothes increasingly skimp on material, so something which was a comodious size 93 a few years back is impossible to get into any more.

She did contemplate a crash diet, but that might not have delivered down a dress size by Saturday and anyway leaving me to deal with the St Emilion alone would have been a totally unreasonable thing to expect me to put up with...

Still the dread hour approaches, by 8 pm tonight it will either be all sorted or all kicking off.....

R