Hurrah, hurrah – only 'two more sleeps' as Hawksey puts it, and we will be heading off for 2 lovely weeks in the BVIs. Spanking boat awaits and hopefully slightly better weather than when we last went on our honeymoon nearly 3 years ago.
Mum has just been dropped back here by Richard, and Cathy and the family are shipping in from Clogland tonight, so the house will be temporarily full until we bugger off on Tuesday morning. One member is missing though – poor scrumpy has just been taken to the kennels and apparently had to be winkled out of the car by Hawksey as she is now old and canny enough to realise that she has n desire to be left there.
I guess they aren't quite up to her standards, lacking the underfloor heating, copious supply of butcher's bones and sofa cuddles that she's got a bit used to. She's even worked out that putting her head on a cushion on the sofa is much nicer than just having it flat – a right little furry madam, as this often involves scuffling us out of the way with her flailing back feet (and big claws) until she has 3/4 of the entire sofa length under her belly. Still, as I just discovered this morning that she has pulled all the stuffing out of part of the sofabed, it's probably a good job she's out of my reach for a week or two…
Anyway – suffice it to say that I will probably be somewhat incommunicado for the next 2 weeks while we ponce about on turquoise seas, snorkel ourselves wrinkly and undoubtedly have too many Painkiller cocktails.
Back on the 3rd – straight into my appointment with Prof and the MRI and skeletal survey results, to bring me firmly back down to earth. Until then my friends – may your brollies remain the right way up and the flipping floods at bay x