And I am. The list of things to do grows ever shorter, to my relief. But I think I'm developing an allergy to packing tape and double-walled corrugated boxes. Fortunately, there's always the joy of bubblewrap to compensate. In addition to the normal variety I've managed to get my grubby paws on some in a delicate shade of pink with extra-large bubbles. And there's leftovers! Tonight, Josephine, tonight...
Anyone left feeling a little twitchy after the above and lacking the appropriate accoutrements could do worse than try here.
POP! POP! POP! (Damn, one of those disappointing semi-deflated ones. When will I ever learn?) POP! POP! (ooo a nice big fat one) POP!
PS. Hopefully some semblance of normal service will return on Monday.