…until I leave the Midlands for good. It doesn’t get too glamorous just yet as we are heading to Lincolnshire to pick up doggy no:2 – if I can prise her away from Sue, then it’s off up to Hull for a few weeks to grab doggy no: 3 and to sample a bit of ‘Yorkshire’ while we wait for his pet passport.
People keep asking me if I’m nervous or excited – no cos this still isn’t really ‘ The Dream’, I look on Europe as somewhere that will do until the damn Yanks will let me in.
I’m trying to pack (and getting nowhere) I’ve been out for more meals in a week with the people who truly matter than I’ve been out for in 10 years. All I need to do now is introduce Chloe to the van and that fills me with horror.