We are off to Lindisfarne for a week - not even for a week, for two half-weeks, with a visit home in the middle to do work and to lunch with
desperance and
la_marquise_de_ (which is definitely not work). Why does it feel as if I were packing for a polar expedition? I think of
helenraven's packing for a round the world trip, and I despair.
Nonetheless, I'm almost done, what gets left behind we can do without, and I'm shutting down my computer now. Who knows when I'll next have wi-fi?
Nonetheless, I'm almost done, what gets left behind we can do without, and I'm shutting down my computer now. Who knows when I'll next have wi-fi?