I don't want to go anymore. I want to go to bed. I want a lie in. I want to eat pizza. I want round the clock access to mayonnaise. I feel a bit sick. I just brushed my teeth and tongue a little too vigourously and nearly was. I've just said goodbye to Mum, also on her way to Africa, off to meet Dad. They'll both be so near yet so far. The stiff upper lip was a bit more wobbly than it was with Dad. I think if she's honest, Mum would agree that she didn't really try it at all. Dad has just been attacked by a lion, apparently. But he says not to worry, the lion's ok. So, now it's just me and my To Do list. The cat isn't talking to me. He's in the living room not making eye contact.
I feel it's important to mention how great everyone has been. Mum and Dad, without whom this trip would not be possible for me, and Alex for being really wonderful, patient and determined and for not changing his mind (fanks poo x), and all the people who have been in touch to say au revoir, give us their best wishes, their excellent travel tips as well as some extremely useful items (of which more later).
We have to leave plenty of time to get to the airport because the weathermen predict a blizzard. What is one supposed to wear when one is going to Africa through a blizzard?
Anyway, I've got to go. Stuff to do.