Unsurprisingly, there are a few things to attend to before nicking off for six months. But there have been lists and plans and day by day the list was shrinking down to virtually nothing. The plan was to have a nice final relaxed work day and weekend before we leave. Yeah, probably unsurprisingly, it's not gonna happen.
For the weekend part I can largely thank the concreter who told us last week (when we paid him) that we could definitely walk on the newly concreted driveway the following day... and then ONE hour later left a message on my phone saying that actually we couldn't walk on it at all. Left a message. On a Friday. At 5pm. With the cash in his pocket. The day before we had to move all the furniture out. Thanks dickwad. So rather than last Saturday, the move is happening this Saturday. All day.
Also a special shout out to the British Royal Mail for losing a rather important document critical to settling the house on Monday. That's this Monday. At 3.30 pm. Precisely the time we'll be boarding a plane. Shit.
And now, work wants me to, well, work tomorrow. Outrageous!! I had coffees planned. And frankly it's stressing me out...
Still, ready or not, in 3 days we're gone...
More stress = more massages in Bali :)
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