18:00 and my
bag is finally packed, weighing in at 15kg, not too shabby by my standards.
There’s a storm brewing outside, sleep is not going to be easy, but I need to
catch some Zz’s as it’s a long way to Bali.
My neighbour
very kindly offered to drop me to the airport at 05:30 tomorrow, however,
foolishly, I declined as I felt it was far too soon to be leaning on such neighbourly
behaviour. I’m only in the house a wet week like; might need his assistance for
more pressing matters down the line, so should not use up all my brownie points
too rashly. Instead I opted to organise a taxi. More fool me!
Far too many
people decided to tell me horror stories of how friends or acquaintances of
friends had got taxis to take them to the airport only to return from their
vacation to burgled houses. Great! Not what you want to be hearing when you are
now a brand new homeowner. Granted there’s feck all in the house to steal, but
still!! Overactive imagination had a field day.
With that in
mind I decided to get one over on the potentially shifty driver and ordered it
to a different, but nearby address – aha! Genius!! Although the guilt will be
overwhelming if that poor neighbour gets burgled while I’m away…
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