Funny old days these days. Hamish has been sick as a dog with Influenza. Weird, as Hamish has not been sick in our long partnership - in fact only once in serious memory.
I've been nursing him, poorly as my nursing skills are lax and my impatience high.
In nine days we will be in Tokyo, how incredibly exciting and nerve racking - I still need razors to shave my legs and bikini line (not that I wear a bikini post ravaged baby body); I need to buy dog, cat and chook food for Rebecca the housesitter and locks for the luggage - of which we still haven't chosen what to take!
I want to finish editing and making the music for the AVERT film; why, oh why, is it not saving across from my music program? And, I want to finish filming and get a good camera for filming overseas! ARRRGGHhhhhhgghhhh.
All of a sudden my medicine-and-bathroom-bits-case is as big as Quinn and filled with medicines and hair products I have not used in thirty-five years of living; and my mum has helped me pack by adding not one, but two sewing kits - if I spend my holidays doing ANY sewing there is a good chance no one else in my family will make it home alive!
My computer has reconfigured itself to not play films, or any DVDs at all, so two months of evenings in foreign countries are going to be either very peaceful or uproar. The plane flight, which we have had to change is the only plane model left with 'Mainscreen' rather than 600 individual options for films and other masses of multimedia zombie inducing stasis - so we have a screening of Indiana Jones and then Sex in the City - which will benefit the children's knowledge of the world more thoroughly than intended this overseas trip!
But only 9 days left until we float off into space and enter realms unknown - we have been reading Deltora however, will it prepare us for Ikebukuro?