So tomorrow we’re off on holiday. I always stress in the run up to a trip, an only relax, once I’m
checked-in, in the departure lounge, and have a beer in my hand.
Scratch that it’s once I’m on a the plane, we’ve taken off, I’ve got a book in my hand, and a drink in front of me.
One cat was taken to a cat sitter last night, and the other is going to my mum’s tonight. Then I have to finish the last wee bit of packing, check the paperwork (again. Hey, I’m slightly OCD, so sue me) and get the hand luggage sorted.
Tomorrow, you can pretty much guarantee that despite getting ready tonight, I’ll be like a bag of cats tomorrow morning.