Let it Be the Time of Right...

It's been a while since I've blipped the board. Tooli finished work yesterday, and this was my battle cry for her to celebrate.

It gave Si and her a giggle when they got in. She had forgotten her key and was sitting on the doorstep for him.

And so the countdown to her leaving has officially begun. We have the pile of "things", we have piles of packing, piles of notes, piles of paper.

Gran Babs took her out to lunch today, because she might not see her again before she leaves (I think she is avoiding seeing her too close to the day in case she can't hold it together - she didn't do too well when I left).

And tonight - well I apologise to the neighbours yet again. "Can a few of the girls come round tonight for a drink before we go out?"

Si and I left when there were four of them. We walked down the beach for a drink at the local hotel, and then headed back. It wasn't too bad - we couldn't hear them from the park, and as we got closer to the house, we could hear the laughter.

Tooli was being the babbling life of the party and there was a squad of them in the living room - I don't even know how many there were. We had the noise for another 45 minutes and then they all decamped into three taxis - Tooli accompanied by Harry, I couldn't have used that picture - Harry has been in the papers enough!

Hope they have a good night!