The time is just disappearing. We leave for Scotland on a diving trip this Thursday. We travel back a week on Sunday when, theoretically, we could be joining Chelone and heading out of Milford and across the Atlantic. Weather permitting.
Meanwhile, the last week has been a nightmare. Suddenly, I have customers wanting things done before we go. We both had to sit our Intermediate Amateur radio exam. (Both passed, 2W0JYC and 2W0LWC). Vaccinations needed, Typhoid in one surgery and yellow fever in another.
All planned out. Then the fun starts. The Tuesday vaccination (Typhoid) is moved to Wednesday. Louise moves a shift and I swap a day's work. We both turn up to be told that there is no typhoid vaccination left - there is a shortage. I head West to Pembroke to help John with Chelone for two days and Louise gets back to work.
Louise then locates a surgery willing to give us some of their Typhoid vaccination. I drive back from Milford Haven on Thursday and rush to two surgeries, to get Typhoid in one arm and Yellow fever in the other. Feel rough, then back to work in Abergavenny on Friday.
Nice easy day on Saturday. 'We should probably buy some clothes. Oh, and sun protection cream. Is there anything else we might need?' Really well organised, yes?
So it's Sunday. We're not packed for our Scottish diving trip and not packed for our Transatlantic trip. Desperately writing letters to inform everyone that we will be non-contactable so please don't take us to court if we miss a bill. Friends and famly to be seen. Cat and dog to be sorted. Neighbours to be informed. House to be tided (yeah, right). And so on.
And we're both working full time until we leave on Thursday morning.....
Think we'll just take the dog down the beach and try to unwind for an hour.
In the rain.
