68 Days to Go...

Back to work today.  Fortunately sore throat now gone at last. 

John had the day off and armed with his trusty 'To Do' list set about his last minute bits and pieces before he goes to Cyprus on Wednesday.  I have been trying to pursuade him that he really should weigh his bag because he couldnt keep adding and adding and adding and adding and still keep within Easyjet's weight allowance.  Lo and behold when I got home this evening he was surrounded by a pile of things which he had decided he must remove from his bag and on giving it a quick weigh it only now seems to come somewhere near the permitted 20 kilos. 

What is it with men and estimates of time, distance, size and weight?  Why do they think that terms and conditions apply to someone else and not them?  I distinctly remember trying to check onto a flight and John having to drink some cider at the check-in which I had told him he couldn't take and which he insisted 'would be fine'.

There will be no last minute packing tomorrow or Wednesday morning because nothing else can possibly be fitted into either his bag or his hand luggage.

When I said I was on a diet now, having eaten all weekend, I had a senior moment because I had forgotten that I was meeting up with 'The Girls' for a meal at the Phelips Arms at Montacute.  After nearly 30 years the term 'The Girls' is perhaps a little generous!  We are a select bunch who all, at some point in time, worked for Westlands. 

I cant believe the next time we meet it will be my last.  As I said I am NOT saying goodbye - I just wont be seeing people for a while, maybe a long while, but it wont be goodbye.