It's a sign

This is the response to me requesting that her travelling clothes for the next 5 days were put on my bed in such a way that it was really obvious to me what they were. Did the job.

You might not think it would be that hard to spot them on the bed but at the time it was very much mid-process. In fact the whole house was. But many hours later I am feeling tentatively confident that we may actually be packed and sorted. Of course there will still be the obligatory mad dash at the end for charges and adapters and who knows what. Oh, and Jackson will ask me 472 gazillion times if I think that Albi is going to be okay. And Anna will start to feel car sick without having stepped one toe nail into the car. But I mustn't get ahead of myself, or there'll be nothing to write about tomorrow.

One more sleep!!!
Lesley x