Anticipation can sometimes be better than the actual happening. I don't think that this time it is going to be the way. The anticipation is that it is now 1 week before I climb those metal steps, get comfortable in the seat, suspend belief for about a whole day, and then with a bump and a squeal, I'll be arriving in sunny London Gatwick airport. It doesn't feel like 2 months since I started planning my trip in earnest, but it's rolled around quite quickly.
I have a list of things to do before I can leave here. Most of the items are completely done, and other things I'm not going to be able to do, until next Saturday. I need some distraction for the next week, and I'm not sure what I'll do. There are a couple things (such as work), but that's not going to take all week.
Off the top of my head here's the complete list: cleaning the house (1 hour), change the bed to some clean sheets (5 minutes), pack my suitcase (20 minutes – years of practice while I was with Thomas Cook Airways and Leisure International Airways), get some supplies in the store cupboard for when everyone arrives (I could stretch that out to a couple hours – even though it is only nappies, washing powder, breakfast for the first morning we arrive). As you can see, I'm not going to be busy this week.
I sat out the front of the apartment in the afternoon, in the sunshine, and chatted with Kim again for a couple hours. A few people from the other apartments in the block stopped by and had a chat, every now and then. After that I was early to bed, as work loomed tomorrow and I was planning on leaving at about 6.
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