I'm sitting in George's kitchen at 4am with a 7am departure ahead of us and no promise of any sleep yet. Well, i say that, but i just dozed off looking for travel insurance (well prepared) until the bastard dog woke me up by barking at me.
After finishing work at UBU, moving out of by house at Brigstocke and going through the hectic goodbyes that come with both of those events I am finally accepting surges of excitement about the 3 months ahead. 13 hours of flights tomorrow start at 1230 from heathrow and will leae George and I in Vancouver at 1930 local time. It turns out Sunday is Canada day, which sounds lke a good day to be in Canada and we've been put in touch with someone studying out there who has mentioned a party and the euro footy final. Also meeting my cousing David out there with his fiancee so Vncouver alread shaping up to be incredible.
Now i really should sleep. See you on the other side of the pond.