I'm packing. Really I am. Gradually.

If you're anything like me you'll do anything to postpone the chore of packing. I've washed everything that can be washed. I've hoovered everything suckable (almost). I even finally checked out the direction of the water flow in Australia (It's 100% defo anti(counter)-clockwise)

New neighbours have moved in this morning, and they have already given me a "LOOK" kinda like you'd give something that's just climbed out from under a rock.

This could be cos I've been up all night thinking up good reasons to postpone packing. And to use everything possible from fridge and freezer I whizzed up some cuc, toms, chilis, teeny garlic and vodka to use up my basil ice cubes. Bloody maries at 7.30am? I am your man, man. Values!`

S is coming to take me to the airport shortly so I really must get on with packing that bag. And joy of joy, she's gonna kick my arse in Jan when I return. Why? Cos when she reads this she'll realise I was serious about not packing yet....

Speaks to ya all soon my preciousies. If you hear about a Qantas plane stacking en route to UK then please give money to your fave charity - flowers blow :)

Maybe give you's all an update from Singa, I'm sure something exciting will have happened by then.