Richard Wright

I’m recovering from another one of Eva’s epic Doctor Who marathons, which is how we spend our evenings when Kirsty is out (as she was last night, for her work leaving do).  They’re exhausting.  I thought I was a fan, but I’ve created a true monster.  The girl actually begs for another episode.  Eva doesn’t often beg, but rather demands.  Good fun though, and what that show is really about – adults and kids watching it together.

We’re playing a sort of waiting game with leaving the country at the moment.  Everything is sort of done, apart from the actual packing, which we don’t want to do too early.  Tomorrow will be a bit frantic, as our unaccompanied air freight (basically four massive suitcases that fly separately from us, and arrive a week or so after we land) is picked up on Monday, and that part of the packing needs to be properly thought out so we have enough of everything to get by.  At the same time, there’s also the luggage we’ll take on the day, which also needs to be thought through carefully.  Finally, on Tuesday, everything that’s left gets picked up and either put into storage (furniture, hundreds of books, etc) or shipped by sea.  We won’t see any of that until after Christmas.

This time next week, I’ll be in Delhi.  Strangeness abounds.

Tonight we are distracting ourselves with good company, a meal, and some pints.  Tomorrow, franticness abounds.  Probably the best time in the world to make a last ditch attempt to quit smoking before going to Delhi, yes?

Glad you agree.