It's never going to fit.

I think this every time I go anywhere, but this time I am convinced I am right. All that kit laid out on the bed in the spare room is never going to fit in that rucksack.

Time to make some tough decisions methinks. Underwear or socks? Something has to give.

Elizabeth says I am bad!

I've spent way too much money, but this is kind of the excuse I have been looking for to upgrade some of my stuff, so what the hell.

Four weeks to go now and still loads to do. I've just about finished gear shopping, insurance sorted (man that was harder than you’d think), flights booked, visas in progress, removals sorted and the work I needed doing on the house is just about finished - all that is left is to get a tenant.

I'd never have believed the work involved in packing up and shipping out. I don't live a decadent life, but scaling it down to the size of a rucksack still takes some doing.

Right, back to nursing my left arm. Rabies jab this morning :(