been this “oh what the hell” before a trip. We have tickets, we have a flat. We have vague plans.
More than that, we have not.
I may have become blase about traveling to places where I speak the local language (more or less).
And I haven’t started packing yet. I pulled out both suitcases last night, and tried to convince myself that yes I could fit a week’s worth of clothing, including dress-up for the WFC banquet, in a carry-in case. I’m probably not kidding anyone.
(kitten-of-Thursday on the larger case)
We leave tomorrow. Â I probably should get a move on…
(at least the cat-and-flatsitter’s engaged and triple-checked. Â I deal with theÂ importantÂ things.)
and a reminder to London locals and folk in-transit to WFC –Â I’m signing at Forbidden Planet Wednesday evening. Â Be there, or have a note from the coroner as to why you missed it…