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7 hours till I have to be at the airport...

Yesterday I handed over the Ship Songs project, completely finished. I'm so happy I got it all done, and still had time to pack everything up.

I finished moving everything last night, loaded the van up and dropped everything at Mum and Dad's. True to form it started pissing down and so instead of carefully packing everything under the house we just threw it in the garage- they're going to sort it out later. And fight over who gets the good stuff, probably. They're going to be so disappointed when they realise all those drawers are empty- the good stuff is (safely?) at mikeybill's.

So today: Buy adaptor for phone, clean hutch, return key to Johnny and Kim, cut hair, go to airport, get on plane for 3 bloody months holiday.

But first: Coffee.

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Oh, and today while putting on my jacket I found in the pocket a half eaten (and very flat) neenish tart.

I dont recall ever buying a neenish tart. I dont recall actually liking them either.

Must have been aonther lost memory from Saturday night. Ugh.

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SittIng in the departure lounge, waiting to depart- OMG this is so exciting! Alan and Paul dropped me off, despite Paul having a full day and Alan having full sinuses (eww. and no, i didnt kiss him).

I thought my phone was playing up- the home screen is usually full of text, but its totally empty. All to-dos are done, and not one appointment or meeting next week. It feels good. and odd.

The only thing there is to remind me to wish Morris a HAPPY BIRTHDAY as it's his fortieth</strikea significant day. I hoped he got everything he wished for and more- you can take that however you like)