Cx knows now, she's excited for me. We met a year or so ago on an online dating site - it was a close thing. Would we be lovers? Would we be friends. I knew what I wanted, she wasn't sure - there were, as Princess Diana once said, three of us in the relationship ... Anyway I backed off, gave her a little time and space to make a decision, he crowded her and told her he couldn't imagine his life without her ... she of course chose him! Six months later he went off with a Nigella Lawson look-a-like, but we get on well now, don't we Cx? Anyway, I told her over lunch on Monday, it was one of those long, lazy ones that we excel at - she's promised to come to the station on Saturday morning to see me off with a bottle of something bubbly. That'll be cool.
Yesterday was spent shopping for the last few items I might need - a good torch, loads of 35mm film, picked up my money/travellers cheques, bought a money belt, spent an age at the bank cancelling direct debits and such like. Back home and the postman had been, there amongst the usual junkmail was a letter from the tour company I'm doing the Jordan & Egypt leg of this trip with - they had sent me the joining instructions and a breakdown of what to take and a dossier of the trip - looks fabulous - I do wonder how I'll cope being part of a group though - don't like to travel that way normally.
Was hoping for some good weather today, had planned a bbq to tell my brothers and their families of my plans - but I think it might be rained off - that's okay, it's only family! They can still come over, have some booze, I might even rustle up a sausage roll or two! Can't believe they've still not guessed I'm even up to something, let alone what I'm doing, but maybe that says more about them ...
I'm feeling at a bit of a loss at the moment to be perfectly honest. I'm sure that there's something I should be doing, but for the life of me I can't think what it might be! Everything seems under control - have even toyed with the idea of watching Fern and Phil on This Morning or whatever it's called - yep, that bad. Might go for a stroll later, it's lovely and sunny here at the moment, but also raining - that really fine rain that gets you REALLY wet - sorry a Peter Kay thing there.