Right.
I'm pootling off to Heathrow in a matter of hours.
Krissa is already preparing to go to JFK.
I have a knot of pure glee nestling somewhere near my stomach - it's not quite butterflies...but it's close. The only thing missing is the negative aspect of all that goes with nervousness....
...and I have to go to sleep like this.
Er...nah.
So the plans for the weekend have come together nicely - Gemma of gap year travelling fame, has returned from a long trip to New Zealand, and will be attending the mammoth barbecue on Sunday, along with Dave, James and Sharon (no link - in her own words, she's sensible)..as well as a supporting cast of tens.
I really cannot wait to show Krissa the Island. I know I berate it mercilessly, but it really is a place apart, and a time apart as well if you submit to my theory that the Isle of Wight is at least 20 years behind the rest of the country.
Anyway, enough typing.
Time to try and sleep.
You're barbecueing a mammoth? How long does that take? And I hope you've defrosted it properly first.
You don't have to convince me! I've seen the Isle myself. Last fall, I set several days out of my UK travels JUST to get to the Isle of Wight and see those dang Needles, which were totally worth all the trouble to get there. Really couldn't tell you why I'm so fascinated with three tall white rocks.
I do have to ask, though - is the thirty-second train ride from the ferry dock to the island REALLY necessary?
Hope you guys are having a wonderful, love-filled weekend!
Damn it, just what I was going to say. Hope you two are enjoying yourselves.
Woo Hoo, young lovers! Be sure to post some pictures of your Big Weekend!