Arrivederci, Sydney!

Right, have packed two week's clothing, some large books, more cosmetics than I need and a ridiculous amount of confectionary into a small bag that I can hoist to an overhead rack by myself should the need become apparent. Since I plan to travel first class from Rome to Florence, I hope it will not, but be prepared and constant vigilance are mottos to more than Mad-Eye Moody. My printer has finally allowed copies of my ticket to exist, I have reading matter thanks to my lovely friend (YA Fly By Night, loving it so far) and all my Italian primers to fail with on the plain.

Darkfest fic all but done, and final scenes should be sent to beta from either Sydney or Hong Kong airport, just need to remember to pack laptop and power cord. I even have all my take-on fluids sorted, with a full cleanse, moisturise and make-up for under half a litre. Spare change of clothes and scent-free deodorant in hand luggage. J has been kissed goodbye, cats are having emo attacks -- they have learned what the suitcase means, garden is splendid at front, which I will miss the best of, and a disaster at back, which I will return home to the full horror of.

If I catch a cab in half an hour or so, I will arrive at the airport only slightly early, not OCD early, and will have time to write. I seem to be on top of things.

Which means that I am sitting here racking my brain to see what essential thing I have forgotten. And before you ask, yes, passport, Euro-wallet, euros and credit cards are all sorted.

And yes, I do have a wallet for each currency I regularly exist in. Which I recognise is a tad OCD, but you will not believe the grief it has saved me! If the worst happens and you lose one, it's just your travel cash, all those cards and everything else you need at home are safe in your sock drawer ;-)

Still, if I have forgotten something vital, Mr Brammers is at home with the cats, and there are express couriers in this world.

I hope to be checking in regularly, but in case it is all far too hard, stay well, let me know anything I should definitely read, and I sincerely hope that the run of bad luck for some people ends. It's been a bit much -- health issues aside for some of you dear ones, who breaks into a car by ripping the door off?

Arrivederci, Sydney!

Right, have packed two week's clothing, some large books, more cosmetics than I need and a ridiculous amount of confectionary into a small bag that I can hoist to an overhead rack by myself should the need become apparent. Since I plan to travel first class from Rome to Florence, I hope it will not, but be prepared and constant vigilance are mottos to more than Mad-Eye Moody. My printer has finally allowed copies of my ticket to exist, I have reading matter thanks to my lovely friend (YA Fly By Night, loving it so far) and all my Italian primers to fail with on the plain.

Darkfest fic all but done, and final scenes should be sent to beta from either Sydney or Hong Kong airport, just need to remember to pack laptop and power cord. I even have all my take-on fluids sorted, with a full cleanse, moisturise and make-up for under half a litre. Spare change of clothes and scent-free deodorant in hand luggage. J has been kissed goodbye, cats are having emo attacks -- they have learned what the suitcase means, garden is splendid at front, which I will miss the best of, and a disaster at back, which I will return home to the full horror of.

If I catch a cab in half an hour or so, I will arrive at the airport only slightly early, not OCD early, and will have time to write. I seem to be on top of things.

Which means that I am sitting here racking my brain to see what essential thing I have forgotten. And before you ask, yes, passport, Euro-wallet, euros and credit cards are all sorted.

And yes, I do have a wallet for each currency I regularly exist in. Which I recognise is a tad OCD, but you will not believe the grief it has saved me! If the worst happens and you lose one, it's just your travel cash, all those cards and everything else you need at home are safe in your sock drawer ;-)

Still, if I have forgotten something vital, Mr Brammers is at home with the cats, and there are express couriers in this world.

I hope to be checking in regularly, but in case it is all far too hard, stay well, let me know anything I should definitely read, and I sincerely hope that the run of bad luck for some people ends. It's been a bit much -- health issues aside for some of you dear ones, who breaks into a car by ripping the door off?