t minus 1 - Nearly There.

My supper. The last rasher of bacon with an egg, plonked between the last two pieces of bread.

It's been six months of waiting; I booked it on my birthday last year. (That means I'm ** and a half, but let's not think about that.)

I struggled through my final day at work, having picked up a pesky cold earlier in the week. I tied up lots of loose ends and cleared my inbox and other folders, knowing that my inbox will be full of messages telling me that my mailbox has exceeded its size limit when I return.

Out of office set and voicemail message changed, just to rub it in a little bit more that I have nearly a month off.

Wooooooooooooo---Hooooooooooooo!