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I'm now in my usual state of moderate hysteria before travel, not helped by a minor panic at work that led to me sitting here until ten last night finishing the report that I'd managed to banjax at about half-four yesterday afternoon. I finished it and ended up dropping it off at work. Then I spent a short period of excitement, looking at webcam pictures of the Krakow Christmas market and plotting which restaurants to visit, before the g-d came round to give me the booking details and check the train times to the airport. At this point it turned out that the hotel is not where we thought it was, near the Market Square, but in the old Jewish Quarter, about a kilometer away. I try to be brave, but can't help throwing a tiny wobbler, although I do calm down when I realise that; i) it is only a couple of hundred yards further out than the hotel we stayed in last time and ii) that what looked like a very big road between the hotel and the old bit of town is actually a park.
Then there was a discussion with the g-d's boyfriend, Andrew, about when to get the train. He is very nervous about flying (to the extent of needing a valium before takeoff), and doesn't want to get to the airport too early in case it makes him worse, while I am almost as nervous about being late for things, and want to get there and check in as early as possible, so I can relax. Something of an impasse. Still, I am now packed (suitcase half full to allow for large purchases of gingerbread and fluffy slippers) and outside a calming glass of Jameson's. I'll have a bath, crawl into bed, and try not to think of anything else I need to put in the suitcase (phone charger?, . Expect lots of pictures of grumpy people in the rainm, but with any luck many pictures of spectacular Christmas cribs too, when I get back.
Then there was a discussion with the g-d's boyfriend, Andrew, about when to get the train. He is very nervous about flying (to the extent of needing a valium before takeoff), and doesn't want to get to the airport too early in case it makes him worse, while I am almost as nervous about being late for things, and want to get there and check in as early as possible, so I can relax. Something of an impasse. Still, I am now packed (suitcase half full to allow for large purchases of gingerbread and fluffy slippers) and outside a calming glass of Jameson's. I'll have a bath, crawl into bed, and try not to think of anything else I need to put in the suitcase (phone charger?, . Expect lots of pictures of grumpy people in the rainm, but with any luck many pictures of spectacular Christmas cribs too, when I get back.