Who knows if anyone will read this? But I knew that I'd never get away with not writing a blog for this trip. After what's happened before, people just expect it now.
But what else do people expect? Some kind of disaster is surely mandatory. When I went to Bermuda, I'd faithfully packed a full week's worth of shirts, but not a single pair of trousers. When I got back to the UK, I had to throw the pair that I was wearing away - they were beyond redemption. Back in Las Vegas, there was the bare-wire-switch bedside lamp. And who can forget the home-made 'do not disturb' sign?
But, sitting here on Saturday night amongst the chaos that is our flat, things seem relatively well prepared. I've got an itinerary all typed out, the flights still seem to be booked in our names, and I'm kind of banking on the fact that I've been to Hong Kong before being enough to get us through whatever happens. Of course, it's far too early to start packing but encouragingly, Vicky told me she'd found her passport earlier. I wonder where mine is?
I think a little nap is in order. Everything is clearly under control.
