Oh, man. This weekend.

[7tree_hugger]

28 hours of the Irish friend's kids and dog (dog still here), 1 pantomime, 1 glass of wine after the kids moved on to the next accommodating adult, Warhorse, frantic shopping for the last Australia things, 4 boxes packed for the move and 2 cupboards emptied ready for the flat sitter when she comes.

And STILL no baby.

Now I just have to walk the dog and survive Sherlock, and THEN I can go to bed.

I go to Australia in four days. So not ready.