Jobs

So many to do. So little time. Bags to pack.
And of course there are always more things which suggest themselves to me as needing taken along. Whereas, of course, I should be taking fewer things along. F already has the edge on me with his 1.6kg tent, a good 0.8kg lighter than mine. I wish you could buy whisky powder which you could add to water instead of having to take a whole bottle. Or maybe super-concentrated sachets. Look, don't interrupt me, I have packing to do. As well as sorting out all this Syrian shit. As an expert on Sykes-Picot*, I'm standing by the phone waiting for the call.

* I read a book on it