Golly
I've just had another look at this new fangled countdown timer of ours and it says 23 days left. Surely that's not right. How did it get so close?!
Been incredibly busy over the past few weeks - finished work at the EA (hi guys!!!), went to Essex, came back to Berkshire, went to Essex again, came back to Berkshire again. (See a pattern developing there?) Did a car boot somewhere in between and earned a whopping £55 as well as getting rid of useless tat. (Sold a video camera which doesn't work for £4 which was rather nifty)
Doing another car boot next weekend, which means jetting off to Essex again to get up at 6am, fiddling around with collapsing tables at 6.30am (which then teeter between stable and 'collapsing' for the next 5 hours), arranging ridiculous household items like 'Just for Men' hairdye artfully on the table, trying to make sure the pepper pots don't get pocketed when we're not watching, 'haggling' with abandon with poor old ladies who have a pension of £10 a week (because that is the way it is done), then packing it all up again, minus a few items that we'd rather have kept anyway. But we're still left with the 'Just for Men' hairdye. Ironic, really.
Also another happy event before we go is the removal of my wisdom tooth on Friday. No longer will it be kindly causing infection every four months, flaring up and shouting 'Hi, I'm still here, thought I'd infect the gum around me to remind you of the fact that I'm still here, how YOU doing?' It will be whipped (or rather wrenched) out on Friday morning, so wish me luck.
Final preparations are now taking place, we now have hardy rucksacks, a tent, sleeping mats, sleeping bags, day packs, first aid kit, cutlery (v important), money belts (v v important and rather more sightly than the common bumbag as sported by middle aged holidaymakers worldwide) and various other important bits. Will it all fit in the rucksacks? We shall see..
Watch this space, amigos.
Been incredibly busy over the past few weeks - finished work at the EA (hi guys!!!), went to Essex, came back to Berkshire, went to Essex again, came back to Berkshire again. (See a pattern developing there?) Did a car boot somewhere in between and earned a whopping £55 as well as getting rid of useless tat. (Sold a video camera which doesn't work for £4 which was rather nifty)
Doing another car boot next weekend, which means jetting off to Essex again to get up at 6am, fiddling around with collapsing tables at 6.30am (which then teeter between stable and 'collapsing' for the next 5 hours), arranging ridiculous household items like 'Just for Men' hairdye artfully on the table, trying to make sure the pepper pots don't get pocketed when we're not watching, 'haggling' with abandon with poor old ladies who have a pension of £10 a week (because that is the way it is done), then packing it all up again, minus a few items that we'd rather have kept anyway. But we're still left with the 'Just for Men' hairdye. Ironic, really.
Also another happy event before we go is the removal of my wisdom tooth on Friday. No longer will it be kindly causing infection every four months, flaring up and shouting 'Hi, I'm still here, thought I'd infect the gum around me to remind you of the fact that I'm still here, how YOU doing?' It will be whipped (or rather wrenched) out on Friday morning, so wish me luck.
Final preparations are now taking place, we now have hardy rucksacks, a tent, sleeping mats, sleeping bags, day packs, first aid kit, cutlery (v important), money belts (v v important and rather more sightly than the common bumbag as sported by middle aged holidaymakers worldwide) and various other important bits. Will it all fit in the rucksacks? We shall see..
Watch this space, amigos.
posted by the travellers at 9:43 am
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