Why is it that when your alarm goes off to let you know that it's time to get up for work, your mind refuses point blank to pay any attention. But when you have a whole load of nothing to get on with, 4am is suddenly a perfectly reasonable time for your body to wake up...

So bags have been packed (and repacked, several times) and all there is to do now is wait. Maybe I could've worked a half day today, Pipz! We're twiddling all our fingers and thumbs and desperately trying to think of something, anything, that we might've forgotten. Not that we'd have space for it, mind. But I'm so so excited, I just need to do something, anything, to keep busy. Maybe one more repack wouldn't hurt!

 

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