I'm heading down to my folks' tomorrow, and on Sunday cybersofa and I, and some of the chaps from last year, and some new faces, will be off to the Pyrenees by motorcycle.
So it's twenty to midnight and I started packing at a quarter past eleven. What did I decide would be a sensible use of my precious time? Finishing off the cider I bought at Mill House Cider Museum last weekend so it won't go off while I'm away.
I may not be packing awfully efficiently, here.