Tomorrow we set sail. OK, not quite, but we do drive a ford focus.
Actually, I drive a ford focus.
All the way to France.
Yes, situated in the beautiful rolling landscape of the Ardennes, in the Champagne region, is a secluded farm house that will be our serene home for the next 3 days, unfortunately in the company of 6 other infirm buggers.
As if Sunday's revelation that we may be headed straight for the great tandoori oven in the cellar wasn't bloody bad enough.
You win some, you lose some.
Yes, brain, you are off limits for the next few days thanks to the wonderful invention that goes by the name of 'a national holiday'.
Queen's day, or 'Koninginnedag' to give it it's correct asphyxiating title.
ET had her blood tests today for various hormone levels and the usual prerequisite stuff so all that will be ready for the RS in a few weeks.
The few days away will break up the 2WW, the two week wait, as I've recently come to discover it called.
Ironically, and somewhat disturbingly though, we have deduced that our 2WW is very possibly not two weeks at all.
This is not a good thing. Nevertheless, there's no point harping on about it now, until we know more, which we will next week.
I think Ellie was just jealous of all the attention Spencer was getting and she may just have decided to go on a 'go-slow', just to even up the score.
Bloody women always have to go one better....