One Week to go

Spent some time clearing out the garage on Tuesday - what an exercise! The story of our whole married life so far pulled out and laid on the ground and most of it off to the tip. Even a bed, dismantled but complete with screws (sorry) sadly had to be ejected. We need to SORN the car and leave it in there. I did indulge in a bit of a paddy when I discovered a large bag, about the size of me, which is apparantly the winter home to a load of cricket nets! Jon did finally see that they couldn't stay, and found another mug (sorry cricket pal) to take them into his garage.

Had a pamper day at the De Vere with a Spanish friend yesterday. Don't worry I didn't order any drinks so I won't be mortgaging the house! We swam and sat in the steam room and sauna, then made a pot of tea and a plate of cakes last two hours while I struggled to communicate in her first language. Useful and relaxing at the same time.

Now please note! to anyone who wants to smuggle themselves into Mexico inside Michelle, she is now completely full and there is no more room; even for a small Accounts person (you know who you are).