One more day and we're off. Today the cable, broadband and telephone guy is coming to disconnect everything, the TV goes to the kid next door, and then the house will be virtually empty except for one bed and a lamp. Some day I will look back on this and think it's funny. Right now, with loads of packing and a bit more cleaning to do...not so much.
I'm looking forward to York tomorrow. And being done with the weeks and weeks of work. I refuse to think about the fact I only have one more day left in my beloved Scotland. Too, too painful.
So...tata for now. Next communique will--hopefully--come from York sometime Sunday night.
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