God I’m sick of packing.
Just when I thought I was getting my head round it late last night, remembered that I have 1 week induction so need to keep that stuff separate from everything else. The packing is easy enough, it’s the imagining what I may or may not need, what goes with what / fits right, is within weight allowance AGHHHH! It is total brain damage.
Couldn’t lift another thing last night, felt weird after taking first anti-malarial too, then couldn’t sleep either so got up again, cleaned the bathroom and collapsed into the mattress at 1.30am- and then I hear my neighbours above me! Somehow drifted off and woud you believe it had anotherdream about sodding packing … Despite little sleep, the piles look smaller this morning and it all seems do-able.
And then I remember why I’m putting myself thru this hell – off to Kampala tomorrow! People were asking me yesterday whether I’m excited and kind of had to be reminded why I’m doing all of this!
Am so looking fwd to being on that plane. Listen out for the ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ over Heathrow tomorrow evening.