In fact, it's not even three weeks. More like two and a half weeks. And I can't wait to get out of this NAFFING SNOW!!
Snow is amazing obviously, it reminds me of my youth- (because I'm so old and crumbly now of course)- but the way britain just grinds to a halt when it snows is exceptionally irritating. And now we've reverted back to good old rain, the ground is nothing more than a death-trap. I just had a phone call from My Mother, sounding rather pathetic-
"I fell off my bike... and I hurt my leg... and it hurts..."
ANYWAY, we are flying very, very soon, and all of the volunteers have banded together, united by our slightly hysterical anxiety about the crazy decision all of us have made to go to Africa. The Longest Email In Existence is still running- topic of the day, should we bother booking plane seats or just cram together and force all the other passengers to fit in around us?
In my own time I am making endless lists; stuff I need to get, stuff I need to do; things I have to buy that I really can't go six months without- (Marmite. Lots of Marmite.) It might be simpler to have just the one list instead of the endless scraps of paper I have scattered over my bedroom, but then I'd lose it...
Happy Birthday to The Medic. Last night we drank a lot of pink cocktails, and it'll no doubt be july before I'm recovered.
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