The final countdown

It starts. Last night I was seen off in a drunken fashion by various work colleagues. A good time was had and I'm nursing a sore head today. I vaguely remember a slurring Rowan trying to persuade me that drink cycling wasn't wise. Probably not, but I made it home - slowing myself when I felt things go a bit wobbly.

We throw a farewell party tomorrow to say goodbye to friends (will post pictures) and then it's onto the hard work of packing all our belongings away and storing them, then redecorating the flat.

Two weeks today, we go. As long as Maja can find tenants for her flat! Otherwise, she'll be waving her three boys off into the tropical unknown, while she conducts viewings. Let's hope we find someone, fast.