OK, the gas is off - have we got gas? - I'd better check.

Yes, we have and, yes, it's off.

Set video to record something. I say that because it always records something I don't want it to, so I've decided to leave it to fate.

Should I congratulate Fracas? Don't be silly, there's still time ............. eeeeeek.

Passports? - check..
Plastic? - check.
Tickets? ........ no tickets, I'm terribly modern. Well, I'm not, the TG internetted everything.
Keys? - check.
Underwear? - checked.
Teeth? - ha bloody ha.
Head case? - check.



Automatic feeder set for Gertrude? - check.
Did I write out that cheque ? - check.
Did I check the check list? - check.

"Have you seen my wooden leg?"

"I'm going ............ now"

'OK, darling ............ coming!'

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE!


(I wonder if there's any chance I could sneak off without him. Probably not. Anyway, my mother always taught me to be kind to dumb animals - I can't leave Gertrude to his tender mercies. Lo,TG Ed)