What day is it?
It wasn't that difficult getting to albany. i thought it might be, when i lost my bag three days before i was scheduled to leave: it contained my wallet of course, which is a pain. It was fine to lose the dog leash, it was too tight anyway. More annoying was losing the camera - 2 gig storage means a lot of photos on there that i lost. But it was a real piss-off to lose my folio: 4 years of work packed into one exquisitely designed and handcrafted book printed at some expense on gorgeous paper-thin paper. ah well, i wasn't planning on getting a job anyway... none the less i had a lovely night with Ella in North Carlton. She has a magic touch with desserts and can make something as apparently simple as mascarpone and stewed plums a perfectly balanced refinement.
Aah! But things are always likely to go a bit wrong when you're about to leave.
I couldn't quite believe how much there was still to fit in the car, after i took 5 loads to the op shop and they also came for a truck-load of furniture plus the few loads that went to my aunts'. I fitted it all in, somehow, but just as i was about to head for the 4 o'clock appointment with the car-storage people, realised somehow i'd forgotten to pack the pack i was taking on the plane. and where was the dog going to fit? she's small, but not small enough to fit in the glove box...
(i tried.) and half-way there i realised i had no money - and of course no card.