But what time is it exactly? For sure there’s not much of it left – on all levels! Fortunately, we are both experts at operating in “lastminute.com” mode. Keeping our good friend Justin Time forever proud. Current preparations no exception.
Two full days to go and we’re feeling the effects of that Silent Assasin – Mr Time. He gets us all in the end – in one way or another. Like a giant anaconda he slithers in unnoticed. Squeezes the living daylights out from between our ears. Leaves us in a mental state.
And our mental “to-do” list is as long as an elephant’s trunk. We need Nellie to lend a hand before we slip our chains and say goodbye. Join our own traveling circus. Try to remember everything we need to pack. And where everything’s perfect place is. It’s like re-doing a jig-saw. Almost. The overall dimensions unchanged, but some pieces are missing and others are new. Don’t quite fit the same way. Creating a different déjà vu.
Anyway time beckons. Tunnel crossing calls. 10.20am Monday morning. Time for Beastie to leave one jungle in search of another.
Trump, trump, trump . . . .
When you are next at Appletreewick, I really must invite Mary-Anne to view my loft … I would need to record her reaction!
Thanks for the invitation to that garden on 30th June – I do aim to use it as Tina is here for that weekend.
Bon Voyage – safe journey.
Love
Roger
Good to have you “on-board” again Rog – Blog in virtual mode until we really get going . . .