Not Long to Go
It's
all getting a bit hectic. We've brought my scooter into the front room,
making room for the car in the garage (of all things). The house now smells
of petrol.
The fridge is turned off, all the food's been finished off. 
It's
almost like moving out...
We've arranged to meet up with Rob, a friend of Tom's who lives in Chicago, on Sunday. I've just had a crisis where I lost his phone number, but I managed to get a mail to him before he left work (thank goodness for time differences -- although I'll probably change my mind when I'm jetlagged tomorrow).
Sada's just got chucked out of Big Brother. Drat, I was hoping Caroline would get chucked out -- but it's OK, I won't be here to put up with it anyway.