It is Thursday, we have until Tuesday to prepare. It’s Lucky’s birthday on Sunday and I’m working tomorrow and Saturday then going out. That leaves Monday to pack Vanley and see what we need/are missing. R decided that Monday would be the perfect day to empty all the cupboards that I have so diligently organised and has booked him into Mercedes for a wash and blow-dry at 3pm.
Tuesday will be utter chaos but who needs two days to pack?
We have researched (written on the back of an envelope) the route and told our friends (sent a text) that we will be arriving on the 9th chez eux (a campsite half an hour away). I’ve been brushing up on my French and emailing campsites. I feel very proud of my efforts learning Greek, Spanish and French on an app every day, I will be absolutely brilliant when spoken to by a robot. I can say ‘glass of wine please’ in six languages now so I am practically multilingual.
Still no results in the loo department.