This Marco Polo is marvellous, I keep putting things in it and there is still space for more unnecessary stuff. Sunny was a little concerned until he saw me put his blanket and food in, now he’s settled down to sleep in the shade while I rush around getting everything organised!
I can’t believe we are actually doing this, every time I think about it I get that feeling in my tummy like I’m on a swing! I’m tying up lose ends here there and everywhere, trying to remember where everything is and suddenly realise I’ve not got birth certificates or proof of our existence to give to the authorities when we arrive in Greece.
R appears to have buggered off in Vanley for a haircut so I can’t even finish packing. Apparently Lucky has a divorce pool syndicate going with the family, looks like it might be an early result…..