The Big Build-up Bit

Here we are at home on our last days before the trip.

We're bound to forget everything. Clare's, as we all know, has an astonding abilty to loose absolutely everything, from belongings, to her bearings, and even her place in the line at the postoffice; she says she is going to staple the tickets and passports to her arse and wrap the whole lot in 3 metres of cling film. I hope we don't get arrested at Checking In.

Packing

Tomorrow night is the Last Night Drinkies. Total ban on maudlin sobbing, though we understand that some of our nearest and dearest will probably cry themselves to sleep clutching a tiny tear-stained photo of Clare Bear and Mautje: photos will be provided in a Goody Bag at the end of the night, and ClareandMau Plushies, that say "No Worries" when squeezed, are available on request.