The longest week, ever

The longest week, ever. Thankfully I'm not working tomorrow (though, I mght say, it has already been a 50 hour week) and have a wedding Friday in the Yarra Valley and a wedding Saturday in Tatura... so fun times ahead.

My room at my sisters has looked like a Chinese Laundry cum action-outdoor adventure place cum place where camera equipment and travel books go to die. So, I've packed most of it up to dump at my parents place this weekend, have set aside 5 outfits for work (5 days left - I may be about to skimp of clothing volume but no need to start until I absolutely have to), and packed for my trip. Job done. My big sister was a bit horrified and looked slightly sad when I said I was packing. Well, I'll miss her too, but I'm sure she won't miss the noise. Apologies again....

William believes I'm a permanent fixture now. That's quite nice too. He was very helpful packing. Without him I would never thought to have packed my mobile phone in my suitcase to go to my parents - genius (not) but I found it eventually.

I cannot wait to leave a) work and b) the country, but will miss my friends - who have been sorely neglected this week - and I know, so you can stop ringing me to tell me so! There's time yet to play....