We leave for Greece on Sunday and I am only just getting organised. No spreadsheet/ timed to the minute itineraries like last Euro trip. Everything is booked and done now, so just trying to get everything tied up at work (and avoid taking anything new on) so I can relax into slug-like holiday mode.
I did a pack the other day. This is what it looked like. Empty, right? I have now finished, chucked in what felt like only a few more things, and my bag is pretty much full. It means I am taking way too much, since the majority is summer clothes, but I'm struggling to take anything out. I will no doubt regret this as I want to buy HEAPS.
Mr CB took me to the new patisserie near his work. OMG this nougat cakey was amazing. I have called cake cakey every since my trip to Japan where the adorable old woman who reenacted Three Billy Goats Gruff for my birthday called it that. I think it's because they pronounce the 'e's on the end of English words we keep silent. Cute.
I have been actioning cold-weather foods like nobody's business. I will be none too glad to see the back of winter but love winter comfort food. Homemade bread rolls with an abnormally high sea salt ratio.
Magda is leaving. I won't see her again before I leave. Which means not again until Christmas when she comes back for a wedding. And then who knows? Her farewell gift included a cushion, with this photo printed 4 times, pop art style. She died. And I'm an idiot for not taking a photo of it.
We acted juvenile for her specifically-for-me farewell on Saturday night at Freaky Tiki. The girls are DJing at Splendour for her 'proper' farewell but I won't be there. Wah. Festival Ladies DJing at Splendour? AMAZING.
This graffiti was from a prior visit. It was not the only one.
I am off to do exciting things like go to the bank, go to the phone shop, bank a cheque (who sends cheques these days??) The glamour...