Started another couple of reviews this weekend, but the cottage was just too darned busy to get any writing down. I tried, but the visiting relatives and well-wishers (ricochets from saturday night's party} made it difficult. If one more person approaches where I sit staring at a pad of paper and asks what I'm doing, I swear I'm going to scream.

Still, I'm back now. Haven't been back to the grotty bedsit, as DF gave me a lift up from the Sticks this morning, but I'm sure it's where, and how, I left it. May get something done tonight, like typing up the reviews I started, but I have some packing stuff to start as well . . .

(Eight days to go)

. . . so we'll see how that goes.

Incidentally, the party on Saturday night went well. Amazingly, we managed to fit fifty people in the lounge/kitchen of the cottage, and at no point did it seem too crowded. Irritatingly, I was called Snip all night. Drunkenly, we polished off a disgusting amount of wine, but made hardly a dent in the food. Annoyingly, I was sleeping on the landing when I was woken my Angela downstairs beginning the post-party clean up, and unable to sleep through the clattering had to give her a hand (the rest of our guests woke mere minutes after we finished the job -- funny that).