I’m off to France tomorrow. I’ll be getting up, eating, putting myself together, packing the last few things and then to the hair dressers. Horatio and his Dad will, in theory, be here waiting for me upon my return.

So I’m spending the evening with Weasel since I won’t see her for ten days. This is sad making. Having the two of them is wonderful and I love it, but I don’t love having to say good bye to someone every time. Ends up with a lot of bitter sweetness.

My last appointment with the ENT should have been another £150, but it turns out there was a mistake on our last invoice so they let us have a freebie. This makes me feel a little better about the whole thing. I just wish I could be better, at the rate I’m going I’ll be dealing with this for a year. I’m at seven months now.

Current plan is to write up the Ice Cream tour and a bit of this week on Horatio’s laptop. Then I’ll chronicle the holiday itself and share all of it on my return.

So I’ll see you all in August!